Save the Cat

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I recently read "Save the Cat: The Last Book on Screenwriting You'll Ever Need." And I was reasonably impressed. The book has become something of a cliche, along with "The Writer's Journey." But I liked "Save the Cat" and so I sought out "Save the Cat Writes a Novel."

I prefer "Save the Cat Writes a Novel." It is definitely a companion piece to the first book, and you should really read both if you want to read the second book. The difference between the first and second book is that the first book treats the system as a formula to be followed exactly. The second book treats the system as a basic recipe into which one adds ones own ideas.

So yeah. Nothing detailed today. Just a modest recommendation. 


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