Quote by Stephen King

if you're just starting out as a writer, you could do worse than strip your television's electric plug-wire, wrap a spike around it, and then stick it back into the wall. See what blows, and how far. Just an idea.


if you're just starting out as a writer, you could do worse

Summary

This provocative quote suggests that as a novice writer, one should challenge conventional thinking and explore uncharted territory in their writing. By metaphorically "stripping" away the distractions (such as television) and taking risks, one can evaluate the impact and reach of their ideas. It encourages aspiring writers to venture beyond their comfort zones, observing the consequences and reactions to their unconventional approach. The quote ultimately serves as a metaphorical call to be bold, innovative, and unafraid to push boundaries in the pursuit of creative expression.

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Writing
By Stephen King
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