I refuse to sleep next to the closet in a bedroom. And if the door is open, I will not let my hubby rest until he closes it. He calls it fear of the closet monster. I know it sounds childish, but hey, we all have our quirks. Some people find clowns creepy, I hate dark places with open doors. I know there is no monster, but there's something unsettling to me about an open closet door when it's dark.
Another fear of mine? Being in a room full of accomplished and/or experienced writers. Put me in a room full of business executives and I'm fine, will talk a person's ear off. Put me in a room full of editors, agents, and writers, just the thought of it makes me break out into a cold sweat. Why? Because there's always the worry in the back of my head that I can't do this. I won't write a good story, I won't sell. And I will never measure up. Sometimes, I want to throw my hands in the air and surrender.
That's when the stubborn part of me,takes over. It won't let me throw my hands up. Won't let me close my laptop and never open it again. Won't let the me forget the ideas running through my head. That part of me knows that the thought of never writing again is scarier to me than the closet monster.