IWSG: Me, Myself and I - We Insecure Three

Aloha,

Well, if it’s the first Wednesday of the month, it must be Insecure Writer’s Support Group time and thanks to, er I mean *many* thanks to U.S. Ninja CPT. Alex J. Cavanaugh esq.

This is my first venture into the wilds of IWSG, and considering I had a kinda busy weekend, I *know* I’m insecure about several things – but find it so hard to self-analysis.

Hmmm, listening to Oceanlab’s “If I Can Fly” brings forth an idea…

(Ten, tinkering minutes later…)

Right then, having invoked the Irish “Law of Tree,” I’m going to set up an OOBE (Out-of-Body-Experience) and interview me, myself and I

Having an OOBE…

Isn’t that some sort of instrument?

…basically means myself will float above the keyboard and interview ME while I watch for any trouble. Because I’m isn’t asking myself questions, there should be no problem with ME answering.

(Note: As a double-blind precaution, myself dictated the questions while I stood by as an impartial witness watching ME.)

Yet confused?

(WARNING: Of course, like any other OOBE, this was a highly developed and terribly scientific experiment. As a writing professional driving on a closed course, I would ask that you please not try this at home.) 

Myself: Ahem! Thank you gentlemen for agreeing to this short interview and the topic is “writing insecurities.”

ME: You’re welcome.

I: Agree.

Myself: A question for ME. Why did you start writing this post at 4 a.m. when you’re supposed to be tweaking your book proposal?

ME: That’s a very good question. Thank you for asking it. It’s Wednesday, and I promised to blog Monday, Wednesday and Fridays. So even though I am sleepy, I Must. Follow. Through. With. Schedule…zzzz

 (Off to one side, I whispers to ME that it’s alright to skip a blog post, nobody will be mad.)

Myself: I have a follow up question…

(Looks over top of newspaper) I: Do?

ME: Do? Do what?

I: Not much apparently – you seem kinda scared to push through to the next level.

You: Hey, don’t even include me in this conversation.

ME: What did I do?

I: Did nothing, it’s all You.

I looked at ME as myself floated away into nothingness.

“Confusion reigns… My work here is done…”

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How the above helps anyone is beyond ME but myself and I had fun writing this little muse that could :)

Most days I know I’m not writing pages that’ll morph into the next Great American Novel, but I’ll gladly take those days of writing something (rather than nothing) while waiting for the days – you know the ones – when you’re so inspired that you’d remove the space bar, break it in two and use it to keep the eyes open for…just…one…more…page…

And, isn’t that the point?

Isn’t the “high” of a compliment from a stranger or a feeling of self-satisfaction in a page well done the thing that keeps us from going nuts during the “bad days?”

(It is for me anyway:)

My final thoughts and a new theme for 2012: