Yikes!
When unseen footsteps climb the stairs
And floors seem to sway
It's only the house they say
When pipes cough and windows sing
It's only the house
They say
It was the night noises of my great Aunt Minnie's old, "settling" Michigan farmhouse that inspired this little bit of prose that never went any further. Had Mr. Castle asked us to write about something that scares us? I don't recall. But I can't think of any other reason why I wrote it.
But what about now? Am I brave enough to write about what scares me? Or will I run with my pen as fast as I can in the opposite direction? I haven't quite decided. Though a book about giant centipedes with legs that LIVE ON even after being chopped off might make for a best seller, I can't see myself being the one penning it--even if those creepy-crawling things on the bathroom floor in the dark of the night is what totally scares me.
What about you? Has writing about what scares you fueled your writing?