O Brave Agents! Today we continue our Journey to the Center of our Selves. Today we investigate our Fears.
I trust that you Catalogued your Excuses yesterday, for I know you are Diligent Agents, and Faithfully perform the exercies.
Take your Note-Book, and write out One-Hundred Fears about Writing.
Yes, my little Apple Blossoms, 100.
You will find the first few Easy. You will find the next few Repetitive. Never mind; Keep your Pen moving. Write them down, no matter how Foolish or Ridiculous or Unfounded they may Seem.
For your Deepest Fears are secretive little Beasts; they are not the ones that Present themselves when you first Ask. They will only allow themselves to be Recorded after Persistent effort: like the apparent Idiocy of writing 100 Fears.
I ask for your Trust, my Brave Agents. Write 100 fears. You may be surprised what Presents itself.
Begin! Now! And do not Stop until you have reached 100.
1. I am afraid I am too Stupid.
2. I am afraid Spiders will Nibble upon my Corneas.
3. I am afraid I will sustain Physical Damage from Too much Typing.
4. I am afraid People will Reject my Stories and Laugh about me Behind my Back.
5. I am afraid Editors will secretly Blacklist me at their Private Editorial Conferences held each Year, in which they Discuss my Failings.
6. I am afraid all Writers must be Dissoulute Suicides.
7. I am afraid all Writers must be Mad.
8. I am afraid of the Number 8.
9. I am afraid this Exercise is Stupid and I am Wasting my Precious Time.
10. I am afraid no one will Understand my Stories.
And so forth. Make a List, my little Chimpanzees. Make a List. Write your List in a white-hot Frenzy, and see what you Uncover.
What did you Discover?



47. I’m afraid that enjoying my writing and succeeding at it is selfish and will hurt my family.
Startlingly, my #35 was very close to Eva’s #47: I’m afraid that any success I have at writing will discourage my writer friends who haven’t published anything yet.
O, the terrible Weight of Others!
Agent Eva, I wonder if it is possible to Discuss this with your Family?
Agent Crawford, I wonder if you might be a Shining Beacon of Light to your writer Friends, instead of a Looming Tower of doubt?