I’ve been thinking about this for a couple of days, about what do I actually fear? I’m not really any closer to a valid conclusion, but there are a few things on the list.
Number One still has to be Moths. Fluttery hairy little bastards. I don’t mind butterflys, it’s just their night-dwelling brethren I have a phobia about. No idea why – of course, if I had a reason, it’d be a semi-rational fear, rather than a phobia. But yes, moths are there on the list.
Nothing else even comes close, really. The lack of inspiration for writing is always a worry/fear, and currently there’s also the irrational fear of really screwing up something that I don’t want to screw up.
But all the same, it’s Moths that’re the winner.