Shhh! Don’t Speak of It

October’s a spooky month for some, a time of frights and fears. On a clear, chilly night, when the full moon shines through bare, skeletal branches it’s easy to see shadows creep. And if a cat screeches or a squirrel skitters through dry leaves, who could blame you for jumping? Being an imaginative sort, I scare myself quite often. To my mind, those bumps in the night are never something benign.

mooneyeWhen three of my grandchildren were young, they liked playing scary games. One game they called the monster in the dark room. We played it once. I stood moaning in the dark behind the bathroom door, while they took turns knocking, and then I’d whip open the door and try to grab them before they ran. The problem was the longer I stayed alone in the dark the more I felt sure there was something standing behind me. And that was the end of that game.

So, that’s one kind of fear my imagination produces. Another kind concerns my writing. I fear I won’t be able to write another book Or what if I do, but no one likes it? Even worse, what if no one even cares enough to read it to find out if they like it?

Yes, I know, we’re supposed to write what we love. But loving what you’ve written doesn’t mean it’s good enough for publishing. It’s hard to be objective about your own work. Especially if you’ve spent a year or more of your life working on it.

Yet I write. It’s a challenge to myself. My current work-in-progress is proving quite a challenge indeed. What if I can’t finish it? Or what if I do, but no one likes it? Even worse, what if no one even cares enough to read it to find out if they like it?

Help! There’s something lurking in the dark behind me. I feel it.

Linda

16 thoughts on “Shhh! Don’t Speak of It

  1. My current work in progress is providing me with a research challenge. I need to do some medical research focused in neurology, as well as technological science. Sheesh. Feels like this one might take a while. Ah well, it’ll be a fun ride!! Good luck on your journey!!! ❤

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    1. That sounds like some heavy research, WritersCafe. Best of luck with it. For a scene in my first novel, I interviewed two nurses about emergency room procedures and head injuries and then that scene ended up being cut.

      And thank you for the well wishes. 🙂

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  2. As you wrote so vividly above, as children we sometimes like to be scared. We love to play ghosts and enjoy the thrill of running away, screaming. As we grow up, we seem to collect a host of fears and uncertainties. Whatever happened to our love of danger and adventure? Perhaps, we realize that we don’t have that much time left to make our dreams reality? We are more aware that there is a real possibility of failure. So what’s a body to do? Go on, continue on our path and thumb our nose at those scarecrows that block our way!
    Cheers, Christa

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    1. You’re a brave and adventurous one, Christa! You’ll probably live to be 110 and still have all your wits about you. 🙂 Sometimes I think I only keep writing because I’m afraid by brain will dry up if I stop.

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  3. This is one of the reasons I rely heavily on my editor and her telling me whether or not something is ready or good enough. Maybe I shouldn’t rely on her so much, but sometimes it’s all I can do without going back and forth so many times I feel like I’m going crazy, hah.

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  4. I can see I’m not the only one with doubts about my ability to finish what I’ve started. It’s a lot to think about. It’s why I usually don’t talk about specifics when I’m writing. But now, I’ve indicated I’m working on a sequel to my novel, and the doubt begins to mount. And yes, I might write it, but will my editor like it? I guess it’s a good thing we don’t let these doubts stop us from writing. 🙂

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