My abject terror (see previous post) is receding. Not entirely gone, but so much better than two weeks ago. In an email to Fox, I talked a little bit about my book-induced fear.
Fox had a very simple response to my trauma: I might be less frightened at home if I started locking my front door.
Yeah, you can laugh. No, really. Go ahead. I’ll wait.
Because I hadn’t been locking my door. Not that you could just walk into my house from the street or anything, there’s a big iron gate between that door and the street. But she was right, and I knew it. When I came home scared that first night, I thought about locking the door, but didn’t do it, didn’t want to give in to the book, let it dictate my behavior. Right.
I held out for another day after getting Fox’s email, then locked my door.
And I had the first almost-good night’s sleep I’d had since the terror started. How’s that for unbelievably ridiculous?