The Fear:

It's set in. The paralyzing fear that prohibits me from writing. The fear that erases all I've researched and all my ideas, leaving me grasping for basic words and composing nonsensical sentences. It comes in slowly, through small acts of procrastination: "I'll write the next sentence AFTER I check my email for the fifteenth time," until I realize it's hold over me has already taken place and instead of a small battle, I'm facing an all-out war. But this time, I've noticed it earlier. And this time, I'm better prepared. And this time, I have an army of supporters (editors) behind me. So watch out fear, I'm coming to conquer you. And anyway, I'm finishing three weeks early to come home for Christmas, so there, I win.

Love,
Elizabeth