There are a few things that scare me – motorcycles, pumpkins, soccer players, power tools, the mailman, basketballs, the front seat of the car, mechanical hamsters…..
OK, I lied. There are MORE than a few things that scare me.
Not Mom, though. She is fearless. She said, “Writers MUST be fearless.” and “We can’t shy away from putting ideas on paper, sharing them, scrapping them if necessary, revamping them when possible, and submitting them when they sound right.” and “It’s the toilet brush! Are you afraid of the toilet brush, now?!”
OK. She lied. She doesn’t use paper. She puts ideas in the computer. And I’m still not sure it’s the toilet brush. What if it’s a snake wearing a wig?! I’m afraid of snakes. And worms, and maybe wigs….
Mom is not even afraid when lots and lots of rejections come. She said, “That’s part of the job.” and “Don’t worry. Book #2 could be right around the corner.” and “You need to toughen up, little girl.”
Last week, I did toughen up. The lawn guys came and made a TON of noise with banging tools, growling machines, clipping, digging, humming, screeching, blowing stuff off the sidewalk, and yelling to one another. Normally when they come, I alternate between throwing myself against the window, barking till my throat hurts, and hiding in the kitchen. Now that I am toughening up……
Maybe I should be a writer!