In an effort to push myself as a writer, I recently joined, in fact, as recently as today, IWSG, the Insecure Writers Support Group.
IWSG was started by Alex J. Cavanaugh in an effort to assist writers from all stages, published and unpublished, with overcoming their writing fears, struggles, doubts, and concerns. IWSG helps writers build confidence, something I’m in dire need of, through encouragement, and community support.
The first Wednesday of the month IWSG posts an optional question or writing prompt to its members. Each month’s prompt has several amazing co-hosts. Erika Beebe, Sandra Hoover, Susan Gourley, and Lee Lowry are this month’s co-hosts. Feel free to drop by their blogs and see what they are up to.
This month’s optional question is: What pitfalls would you warn other writers to avoid on their publication journey?
The operative word being “optional,” and having never been published, I’ve chosen not to answer this month’s optional question.
Why I’ve chosen IWSG (Insecure Writers Support Group)
First, I’d like to give a very special thanks to Liesbet at Roaming About – A Life Less Ordinary for encouraging me to join IWSG and generously offering the assistance I needed to begin this part of my journey. Her guidance encompassed what IWSG is all about. Writers helping other writers be successful. Thank you, Liesbet for your time and energy.
I am the quintessential insecure writer, displaying most, if not all, of the symptoms. Perfectionism, anxiety, lack of confidence, self-doubt, and every writer’s worst nightmare, “writer’s block,” to name a few, are my constant companions. I’ve written and scrapped countless blog ideas, short stories, and personal essays, (not counting the ones I’ve composed in my head while hiking or washing my hair) because I think they’re not good enough.
IWSG may not be able to help me overcome all of my writing issues, but I will know I am not alone in my angst. I’m confident I will grow as a writer, and hopefully, I will be able to give back by encouraging other writers.
IWSG also encourages members to share their struggles and triumphs on projects they’re working on. I have a memoir that for the past 15 years has been begging to be written. Now’s the time.
I’m hoping this is a suitable hook.
“You’re an animal,” he called as I rode past. Feet glued to the pedals, butt lifted off the seat, I pulsed harder up the hill. We were somewhere around mile fifty of the 2003 Tierra Bella Bicycle Tour. I was riding my mountain bike. I’d been in the saddle about five hours and beginning to wonder what in the hell I thought I was trying to prove and why this man thought I was an animal.
My friend Sandy hung with me the whole way. Up every climb, across each straight away, and patiently waiting for me at every pit stop along our sixty-three-mile road ride.
Six hours later I called Bill, my trainer. He’d been worried about me, expecting me to have finished the race much sooner. I was just happy to have finished. The stumps I was walking around on were about to collapse.