Words on Words ~ Today’s word: Challenge
When I finish writing a book, I question myself. Do I really want to start working on the next plot that I have in mind? Writing is such hard work. Finding just the right word at any given sentence is nearly impossible. Carrying the thread of the story carefully through each paragraph, page and chapter is so frustrating. Shepherding the process through editing, publishing, and promoting produces so much anxiety and takes way too much time …. Why would anyone willingly subject themselves to this misery?
I can only speak for myself, of course, but the simple answer is that I can’t stop myself. The ideas, sentences, even paragraphs just pop into my brain and until I set them down on paper, they will not let me be. When I’m reading someone else’s book, so engrossed in the story line and eager to see how the situation is resolved, suddenly there is a burst of inspiration on the book I’m currently writing and it will not let me go.
Sometimes when I’m talking with someone about a book they’re reading and they say something that triggers a direct zing to the sentence I got hung up on in my own novel, I ignore that at my peril. Often when I’m watching a beautiful sunset or a particularly enchanting scene, I suddenly am overwhelmed with descriptive phrases that I must write down to be used in a future novel.
Add to that the ever-present idea that maybe this isn’t the great American novel, after all, and maybe not many copies will sell or be read, and maybe I’m only a leaf falling in the forest that makes no impression anyone. How in the world does anyone ever sit in front of a computer and write? It makes no sense whatsoever.
So, of course, I’m working on my next book, even as I pass through all this angst. I sleep, wake, eat, dream, pace, contemplate, write, re-write, delete words, delete phrases and sentences and paragraphs and even whole chapters, It will not let me go.
So, I’ve come to the conclusion that writing is cheaper than psychiatric appointments, more fulfilling that banging my head against the wall, easier on my health than binge drinking or eating, and relatively harmless for those around me. I am a writer and nothing, not even frustration, mediocre sales, and a critic panning my work can NOT change that.
And every now and then I get a favorable response to my book. One reader told me she couldn’t put it down, another that she was moved to tears over the plight of the characters, another that she looked forward to getting back to the story each time.
Just Write on Writers!
Ellie Pulikonda, Author/Writer
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