Monday, December 13, 2010
I awoke to a bright light coming in from my living room that was whiter than the snow falling outside my window. I sat up and saw the silhouette of a man standing in my door way, his skin and clothes were so white that they faded into the background and the only thing visible was a black tuft of hair. "Tim?" I questioned, hoping it was just my husband who had woke up in the middle of the night. "What?" He murmured beside me.
And that's when I woke up and realized that I was just in a dream-like state and that silhouette of a man was just the light reflecting off of a lamp in my living room.
The fear,though, was very real. It was so real that it felt like the air had risen for my lungs but was caught in my throat and couldn't escape. This was one of the biggest inspirations I've ever had to my writing, when you actually have a feeling that you are trying to write and then you know exactly how that feels and how to write it.
Okay, confession time: I'm deathly afraid of aliens. When I was a little girl, my mom had to hide the tape of ET because I was so scared of him. (Gimme a break, that little brown guy is still scary!) So writing an alien story, doing the research by watching alien movies and reading books--well it's taken it's toll on my nightmares.
What do you fear? What do you love? Does it motivate or help your writing in any way?