Showing posts with label insecure writer's support group. Show all posts
Showing posts with label insecure writer's support group. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Writing: A Jesus Pancake for your soul

LYRIC O' THE DAY:
I've seen this happen in other people's lives
And now it's happening in mine.
--That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore, The Smiths

Last night Blogger ate my original post, which I took as a sign that I needed to go to bed and/or I was within minutes of being smited.  Maybe I should have referenced the Jesus Fish Stick instead, it is Lent after all.

Welcome to the first spring installment of fearless Ninja captain Alex J. Cavanaugh’s Insecure Writers’ Support Group.  I was planning on posting a list of things to do instead of being insecure, like surfing Ebay for Jesus-shaped food items or decoupaging images of Oprah, but then I found this:




A little investigation and I found that the quote is from Vonnegut's work A Man Without a Country.  The full quote actually says, "If you want to really hurt your parents and you don't have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts."  Now that first part doesn't ring true in my microcosm of the world but the rest of the quote really resonated with me. 

Much of my insecurity comes from trying to define my success.  What do I want out of this life?  Is this really my path?  What do I want out of my writing?  What will make me finally feel worthy?  Somebody give me a sign.

The true Breakfast of Champions?  Vonnegut humor.




We are surrounded by a sea of talented people, all waiting for their own version of the Jesus pancake (or whatever your religious and culinary preference).  What Vonnegut so simply states is that creation IS the reward.  It's the divine blessing; it makes us rise above the dirt, the amoebas, and the Snookis.  The flow of ideas from within fill up your soul and make you successful.  The ultimate reward is realizing how incredible it is to embrace an art and make it your own.

The worthy create.  


Although a trip to IHOP never hurt anyone, either.
  



Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Insecurity as Poetry. Literally.

LYRIC O' THE DAY:
I have the answer, I have the cure
I have the remedy
I will endure
--Cyberium, Razed in Black


Hey Cats and Kittens!  I hope 2012 is off to an amazing start for all of you.  It's time for another rousing rendition of The Insecure Writer's Support Group, with our host, Alex J. Cavanaugh!




My offering this month is poetry.  And just for added fun, every word in the following poem is made from the word "insecurity."  


INSECURITY


True Cur.
Icy Sire.
Set In Sin.
Scent Urine.
Rusty Tin Cuts.
Rest In Ruts.
Siren Curse.
Inert Nurse.
Encrust In Ruins.
Icterus Tunes.
Stir Citrine Rice.
Scrutiny Reins Nice.
Runs in Rites.
Unrest Turns Sites.
Curt Cries in Rye.
Seint Rise.
Curse, I Tire.
Ricen Ire.
Inure Cure Sent.
Neuritis Rent.
Truce, er . . . Tie.
Yes, I Try.