Insecure Writer's Support Group

It is the first Wednesday of the month and you know what that means?!  It is time for another installment for the Insecure Writer's Support Group.  Alex Cavanaugh started this support group.

 Alex wrote up our purpose.  Great idea, Thanks Alex!

"Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!"

 I'm new to the writer's world,  in a lot of ways.  I think I have always been intrigued by words.   I use to collect words and quotes when younger and at age ten I wanted to live in a library.  Yeah, I think my passion was under the surface, as I pursed other avenues and interests.  

The thing that really gets me about the whole process is how those that don't do it, ..label us.  I'm a kook, crazy, aliellen because I have decided I might really give this a try.   I wish there was a test we could take and define our writing personality.  It owns us....words start to stand out on pages, they almost appeared enlarged and highlighted, a sentence makes you run n' skip and your thoughts leap ahead.  Then we dance with doubt, it twirls us, dips us and makes us shake, rattle and roll.   Instead of feeling bad about it, let the fog clear and enjoy that you are unique. It is a burden and a gift, but what isn't?!   No matter what you love to do, there will be a part of it that is uncomfortable or tough.  It is worth the fight to carry on, if you love it enough.

My horoscope today at Freewill Astrology said some odd things, but I will share this with you:
" Be as thorough as a spy, as relentless as a muckraking journalist, and as curious as a child."  I think writer's need this to be their motto! 

Recently I did a poetic challenge involving Shakespeare.  We had to select one of his quotes:

"Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by 

fearing to attempt." ~ William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure


Here is my poem:

Rejection=dimmed lighting

confidence stolen

thief like

between takes

 shadows enter the valley

doubt dances around us like thick fog

it taunts us and calls us names

psychological pressure remains

like a cold front

We need some illusion, parted crimson lips

and a black silk gown

or 

maybe we need the angelic, 

sweet wide eyed gal

green thoughts abound in her

innocent world

or

maybe we need a sailor's view

cussing and boozing to

to ride out the storm

Your spirit is at war...who will win?

Perhaps the script is easy

soothing tea and a warm shoulder

a box of tissues and a tear jerker

will nurse the good to try, try again

Whatever your position is right now, remember the dance of doubt will change.  If you keep at it and write you might get to dance with the one you long for from afar.   The only way you will have a chance is if you keep dancing.  In our case, we have to dance with words, lots of them...