Has anything you’ve ever written scared you? Maybe not during the writing of it — perhaps that only startled you. Or it could be you don’t even remember it, and look at the resulting page wondering how it got left in your hand.

But you look at it now, in the light of day, as my father would have said, and it makes you feel afraid as you did back when you were young and the lightning and thunder paralyzed you under the covers.

What do you do with that fear?