I was in the shower the other morning, trying to decide what to write about for this post. Why was I thinking about that in the shower? For some reason, I get a lot of good ideas in the shower. But that’s not my point.
Distracted, I saw something moving out of the corner of my eye. I jumped, slipped, and nearly fell out of the shower. When I looked in the direction of where I had seen movement, what did I find? Not a spider (which is what I was expecting). Not a psycho killer (I’ve watched to many horror movies). Nope, it was my shadow.
Now, I’m sure you’re all laughing along with me. I sure laughed at myself. I get scared WAY too easily. It must come from watching all those horror movies. I get scared by the strangest things. I went camping one time when I was seventeen, and I was so convinced that the guy from Scream (the one with the mask) was lurking in the shadows. I was so freaked out that I actually convinced several other people that they saw him too. The power of suggestion. After watching Scream 2 (no, I didn’t learn the first time), I walked out of my bedroom one morning to an axe propped up in the corner of the hall. Of course, that’s only what I thought I saw. It was really the vacuum cleaner. But between that, and not finding my roommate in her bedroom (she had fallen asleep in the living room), I was completely panicked. After watching The Ring (which I’m convinced is the most demented movie ever made), I covered all the mirrors in my room, and slept with my light on for a month. I’ve never watched another scary movie again.
Everyone gets scared at one point or another in their lives. Sometimes it’s over a movie, or book. Sometimes it’s over something in real life. What happens in the movies and the books can’t hurt you, no matter how badly it scares you. But things that happen in real life can. When I first started submitting my novel Foreshadow to agents and publishers, I was terrified. Not “I need to sleep with the light on” terrified, but “Oh my gosh, what if they reject this?” terrified. I knew I would get rejections, and even being semi-prepared for that was scary. No one likes to be told they’re (or something they did) isn’t good enough, or that it wasn’t quite right.
I did get those rejections. I handled it, although not always that well. But it was a learning experience. Every time I got a rejection, I’d think, “Well, maybe the book’s not quite ready yet.” So I’d revise, and query someone else. Wash, rinse, repeat. Finally, Astraea Press sent me the thing I’d been dying to see: an acceptance.
Not everything scary in real life is something that should be avoided. Obviously, avoid dark alleys. Those are scary for a reason. But sometimes scary things are worth it.
Imagine discovering that your boyfriend was out to kill you—and that the annoying boy from school was your guardian angel.
Rae Davenport has already lost her mother. The only thing keeping her sane is her new boyfriend, Andrei—that is, until she finds out that he wants to kill her. Andrei is a devil, and he wants to use Rae as a sacrifice to get back into Heaven. The only one who can save her is Logan, her guardian angel. He’s only annoyed her in the past, but now he will be her savior.