In this picture, my dog Stetson is sitting in the high desert because we are arrowhead hunting.
This is a big step for me because I am afraid of snakes. Not a little afraid. Not jump a little afraid. No, I'm run for the hills screaming with my hair on fire afraid of snakes. ~~~~~~~
Of course, we didn't go in the middle of the summer, this was in the early spring, when the snake types should have still been hibernating.
But still. ~~~~~~~
It took a big leap of faith for me to head into the desert, when I know snakes lurk. Not water snakes, either. No. Big, fat, ugly rattlesnakes are out there. The kind that can kill you with a bite.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I went because arrowhead hunting is my mother's passion, and it was her mother's day wish for us all to go out and dig around in the desert for pieces of flint that the Ute Indians left behind 100 or more years ago. ~~~~~~~
Not because I wanted to. ~~~~
What does all this have to do with writing, you ask?
That sometimes fear of snakes keeps us from moving forward. One of my snakes in the writing industry is pitching to agents. The thought paralyzes me. I shake. I sweat. I can't speak. Just like when I eyeball a snake. Pure terror.
Now, while I'm certain most agents are not snakes, they still terrify me. Paralyze me.
My mom is not a writer. She can't insist I go pitch to agents for Mother's Day. My daughter could, I guess, but I'm being a bit silly.
I have to overcome my fear, find the strength in me to overcome the fear and pitch.
My goal is to start this spring at the CRW conference in Denver.
What about writing scares you, and what is your cure?