Right now, I am sunbathing in Mexico.
Okay, not really. Right now I'm sitting on my couch right after downing a shot of Jamison.
It's one of those timey-wimey things... go with it.
You see, as you're reading this article, it's likely I'm poolside in Cabo San Lucas reading and catching a tan. (I have a beard right now, so I'm going to have a silly tan when I get home.)
But as I'm writing this, I'm about 8 hours away from flying to Cabo. I've done a shot of Jamison. (Or is it two shots? Meh, just read on.)
I hate to fly. No, that's not right. It's not just hate. It's a horrible, terrible, nearly paralyzing fear of flying. When I was a kid, I had a really bad flight--turbulence and people puking--and then I let too much time pass between the next flight (10 years) and then the next flight again (11 years). That developed into my mind into a massive fear.
Yeah, pretty paralyzing. Ask Jason Pinter, he's the first person I flew with as I as an adult.
Anyway, when I was writing Witness to Death, that fear has just started to manifest itself into panic attacks and shots. To deal with it, I did the only thing I knew to do... write about it.
It's the old write what you know trope. I knew I was afraid of flying. I knew what fear was. Total, paralyzing, gripping fear. So, I twisted it a bit. I made the main character of WITNESS afraid of the water.
It was easy to write about the fear feeling, but water fit with the story. That's writing what you know. I know the chest pressure, the shaking, the absolute FUCK NO, I'M NOT DOING THAT feeling. It was just a matter of translating that fear into my writing.
Read the book, I think I did a good job, but I'd love to know how you felt about it.
But fear is the same. Whether it's water, or flying, or public speaking... the symptoms are the same.
What are you fears?
I made my wife promise we'd pay for the wi-fi so I could check your comments, so make sure you leave them.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm heading to the pool bar for a shot of tequila... and a cerveza.
Wait, I'm flying on Saturday? A cerveza or 7...