Monday, November 5, 2012
What Scares You Most?
Even though I love writing YA, and YA paranormal in particular, I have to confess...I've been having an illicit affair with horror.
Sneaking into my thoughts, invading me when I am alone, consuming me with ideas I dare not mention here (potential story ideas, don't you know!), horror and I have been keeping each other company for longer than I will admit.
I don't want to ruin my relationship with YA paranormies, I just want a tasty little sumpin' sumpin' on the side. A gory, tasty, little psychotic sumpin' sumpin'. Is that wrong?
Well if loving horror is wrong, I don't wanna be right! (Sorry, to every single song from the 70's). And as the creepy, just, just wrong ideas are invading my dreams (nightmares?), I want to know what floats your boat as well. Or, I guess, sinks it?
So, I asked my friends, family and facebook fans the ultimate questions.....What scares you?
The answers were amazing. And illuminating. And hilarious. It started with my hubs who had no idea he was going to be in a post. He hates spiders. Like, irrationally hates and fears them. When one is in the house, he will kill it, but only if he can find the most giantist shoe in the house. And because I won't allow him to slam a workboot against the wall, this usually ends up being one of mine. Let me tell you, it is totally gross scraping squished bug from your platforms.
Bugs of any kind were a huge answer. I got spiders, ants, basically any bug with more legs than a dog. I even got a wicked visual about a roach peeking out from a faucet in a tub...with the bather still in it.!
I got lots of snakes. A scorpion was mentioned. Wasps and bees got a mention. Even heard worms and slugs.
But many of you took the question where I hoped you would....to a psychological level. Since the horror I write is mostly mind-bending, not gore-slinging, this was right where I wanted to go. Those answers were the most telling of all.
Mothers losing their children. Or their children no longer needing them. Or the fear of losing everything. This friend called it Bag Lady Fear. To which I replied: Great story idea!
My baby girl is still afraid of the dark. Or as she quantified, what might be in the dark that she can't see. A member of my family is frightened of being alone. Another member is afraid of not finding happiness.
I think the results of this terribly informal poll was this: anything can be frightening. It doesn't have to be crawling on you, or dropping from the ceiling into your hair (another of mine!), it can be the fear of the unknown, the unnamed, the unaccepted. And thank goodness for that, because it's those fears as a horror author on which I base my stories.
I want you to be scared to keep reading and scared not to. I want your fear to be palpable because somewhere in the back of your rational, calm place is a teeny, tiny voice saying...maybe, just maybe, it could happen.
Welcome to my brand of fear.
If you want to share any of your fears, please let me know. I promise, if a story is born of it, I will give you all the credit.
*evil giggle and fade to black....as a spider drops from the ceiling*