It’s Okay, We Can Hold Hands by Gina Fluharty
In honor of Halloween, we’re talking about fear. What’s your biggest fear about the publishing industry? What are you doing to overcome it?
October is one of my favorite months. As summer dies and fall ripens, the scent in the air awakens the animal in me. I’m a sucker for Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte. I love layering. I love boots. And I love to be scared—the right way. There’s nothing like the rush of adrenaline you get while watching a scary movie—Insidious and The Woman in Black are two favorites. That hormonal surge urges us to action—I jump, perhaps scream, definitely gasp—and brings our entire being into crystal clarity. When my skin frills and my heart pounds like a junkie on the time-locked pharmacy safe, I LOVE IT!
But there’s another kind of fear that can be absolutely paralyzing in the writing world—writing beautifully. I’ve been known to stare at a single word for minutes, sometimes days, wrestling with my narrative in order to elicit the perfect response in you, my dearest reader. And after I’ve got it and I’m slapping myself on the ass like an overzealous coach applauding my own cleverness, I read ahead two paragraphs and see that I’ve repeated myself. All that angst, the mental gymnastics not even a double-jointed cat would willingly go through, all for the sake of writing beautifully. But I can’t stop myself. I face my fear and let it wash over me like a teeming bucket of clown-faced spiders in the hopes that what I have to say will matter. To someone. Hopefully, to a lot of them.
So take my hand. We can clasp palms or link fingers–I go both ways. My hands are clean, my fingers are long and thin, so they fit many sizes. We’ll walk into the heart of fear together and come out the other side giggling from all the dirty quips I’ll tell you.