On the first Wednesday of each month I log into my blog, join the other members of Alex J. Cavanaugh 's Insecure Writer's Group and p ost about my writing experiences. Although there have been a couple times where I found something positive to say, the majority of my submissions have been filled with woe-is-me's. The life of a literary wannabe is difficult. Each morning we wake up, go to our computers and try to write. And, as many of you know, some days are better than others. Before Alex's group, I turned to close friends and family members for support whenever I became frustrated with my writing. About fifteen minutes into my whining fest, my loved one's eyes began to glaze and their facial expressions screamed the lights are on but nobody's home. I never took it personally because I understood that no one could grasp the journey of an aspiring novelist better than a fellow writer. Anyone outside of this world just didn't get it. This