Julia Cameron's books are the only companions that keep me from feeling stuck and isolated in a writer's life. "The Artist's Way" and "The Sound of Paper" are fixtures on my bedside table because she's truthful, sensible, and uplifting. ...And that's why I'm disappointed in this book. It falls very short of the mark.
True, in its pages you will recognize all those people who hem you in or hold you up. But you will perhaps also recognize what I did: deep bitterness. I'm 3/4 through the book and have been almost stunned at all the examples of, asides about, and ungloved swipes at movie industry people. Other blocking personalities are treated with a bit of remove and wry humor. But when JC launches on the movie-industry-specific examples, her venom and bitterness seep through. That flaw discredits whatever [thin] usefulness I might previously have found. I hate to say this, but I'm glad I bought it used rather than new.