Scaring Myself Half to Death!

Last night I was reviewing some of my older story ‘starts’ and came across a story that from the beginning it jumped right into conveying the sheer terror my protagonist felt as she was being stalked. As I read it, I found places I could expand on, parts that were confusing, and a part where I even gave her a different name, so when I went to bed, I was putting myself in her shoes – how would I feel, act, and what would I say. I pondered how to rewrite this until I dozed off, only to awaken myself at 4:30 this morning, feeling the sheer terror I was trying to convey with her actions. I got up and turned on the coffee pot, because like in my story, there was no going back to sleep after a scare like that!

Tonight, I’m cracking myself up at how badly I scared myself, but I also know that I’m going to be re-reading my story about the happy little unicorn before I go to bed.