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Words on Words. I’m Back ~ So Write On Writers!

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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Time For Another Words on Words Right?

Hello and Welcome Friends, Readers and Visitors,


Write, right?

Sometimes I don’t wish to write and stubbornly ignore the pushy muse who keeps nagging at my brain with thoughts and ideas clamoring for expression. Still other times, I pause to scribble these thoughts in a journal, just to sweep them from my mind.

So, I have many, many journals, packed with random thoughts, aborted ideas, poetry (some deep and sensuous, some clearly forgettable), soul-searching, and on and on.

Now, as I’ve been packing to make my big move, I have discovered just how many of these journals there are, most of them started and never completely filled, having only a few thoughtful insights along with some everyday drivel. But occasionally, as I have paused in my packing to read my younger self’s musings and wonderings, I have found entries that amaze me now. I had no idea I thought about, questioned, and groped for so many insights and questioned so many givens.


Oh, sure, the big questions that have always troubled me most are easily remembered, but some insights were forgotten as soon as they were written down and these are what fill most of the pages (except for the ones that are still blank.) I wonder if anyone else is as cavalier about journaling as I have been or if I set a new standard for being inept at self-discovery.

So! Memo to self: After the move, check out all these journals and get better acquainted with who you were and maybe still are. Maybe I’ll find that the distraction of living swept me away from insights and queries that are no longer relevant to my ‘today’ self. But maybe I’ll find that the words of wisdom from my ‘former’ self still have something to tell my ‘today’ self.

And maybe, just maybe, I’ll begin to write from a whole new perspective.

Can anyone relate to this?

Write on!
Ellie Pulikonda, Author & Writer

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