is it in my elbow?

So when I write, I usually convince myself of these great realizations about life and the world and humanity. I get on a writer's high and the wisdom flows from an unknown source in my body. I reread them and I'm like, wow, this chick has got it together. The only problem is, I definitely don't have it together. If only I could be skellsbells in real life (apart from just with john wilson who coined the name circa 2008), then maybe I'd have the guts to be stronger, better, and tread more carefully and with more courage in this 3D, color film I'm living in.