What I’m learning from writing this story is that when you write about your own fears, you may sweat, have nightmares and hear things. As a writer, this could work for you.
To use your own fears in stories you must:
- Revisit your fears if you want to make it real for your reader.
- Use fear concepts/words as in eyes staring back at you or breath on my neck but--I'm alone.
- Write late at night (no really), but be sure you can sleep the next day because you'll be tired.
Speaking of fearMonday night, after the Sunday night (yes it always ends up that way) where Millie stared out at my pet cemetery in the dark, she acted strange again. This time in the yard, she was glued to my ankle. Wouldn’t. Didn’t. Leave my ankle. So we went back inside.
The next night, Millie (thank you, God) went potty first before she and I heard something scream in the field past my pet cemetery. I don't know what it was, but I nearly tore the storm door off getting back inside. Once inside, I remembered Millie. I’d left her outside. So I look out the window, in the door, but she was nowhere in my sight. I knew had no other choice; I had to go back outside to find her. As I tugged at the door to open it again something brush at my bare ankle. Millie! She had hurried inside, too.
That's my girl.
I am afraid of the dark. Millie is afraid of change, so I bought her first doggy outfit. Millie doesn’t like her new threads at all. She thinks it is eating her alive. To finish off the look, I wanted to put one of her barrettes in her hair, but I then I saw her face.
What's YOUR biggest fear?