We put up Christmas lights outside the house this weekend. And by we, I mean I stood around and held the ladder, while my husband climbed up on the two-story roof.
I never thought I was afraid of heights—not until the day he asked me to step out of the second story window onto the roof overhang and hold something for him.
I climbed out the window and discovered a problem.
I could NOT let go of the window. I just knew I was going to fall.
My ever-patient husband took one look at my face and helped me back inside.
I felt like a total idiot, but he just shrugged and said he could do it himself, no problem. That was his exact reaction. He didn’t even think it was a big enough deal to tease me about.
Sometimes you just don’t know until you try. And if you try—you might not like what you find out about yourself. I don’t like being afraid of heights.
But I don’t have the guts to go out there on the roof and confront the fear. I suspect the only things that would get me to do that would be my husband or kids hurt on the roof, or some angry flames chasing me.
So what’s my point?
Sometimes fears pop up unexpectedly.
And that’s where I am today. My personal life is going very well. But my professional life, I’m standing on that roof, hanging onto the window frame. And I am desperately afraid of falling, and failing.
But I’ve discovered something amazing. Readers and Fans can be a source of tremendous strength and inspiration when our own courage fails us.
And so I’d like to take today to thank all my readers and fans. Your emails, your tweets, your Facebook messages, all the ways you have told me that my books and characters have touched your lives. You give me the courage to let go of my fears and keep writing. You remind me that it’s not about me, but about the books and stories that I need to tell.
Readers and Fans, you keep our books alive long after we type, The End.