What fears do you share with the characters in your novel? What fears or phobias do you give her that are not part of your life but that you want to explore? Today, debut novelist, Julie Christine Johnson shares with us a real life fear that worked its way into her novel, and how she — and her main character — have triumphed.
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Amy xo
Facing Fears In Writing And In Life
by Julie Christine Johnson
Late May 1999. Inside a prop plane on the tarmac of a Midwest regional airport. We’re not moving. The roaring engines prevent conversation, but fifteen other passengers and I shift in our seats, glance at our watches. The door is sealed tight and the air in the steel tube is thick and hot.
Skin flushes fingers go numb chest constricts stomach collapses. A battery acid wave of panic cascades through me. My every thought is a scream: Get me off this plane. Open the doors. I have to get out. But I remain silent, biting the inside of my lip until I taste blood. Seconds before I race for the exit to keep my head from spinning off my neck, the plane moves forward.
Somehow I get home, and when I do, I cancel a trip to Europe. Problem is, traveling is my job. I’m Associate Director of Study Abroad Programs at a Big Ten University. And I’m not sure I can ever get on an airplane again.
I’ve been claustrophobic as far back as I can recall, which would be to the early 70s and a straw bale maze I clawed my way through, screaming, until I found an exit. I’ve walked up twenty flights of stairs to avoid an elevator. But until May 1999, I’d never had trouble flying. I’d been around the world, studying, teaching, working.
I didn’t set out to saddle Lia, the protagonist in my debut novel In Another Life, with my phobia, but when I trapped her in a corridor of an ancient cathedral, I felt panic rising within me and I poured it into her. Finding a sister claustrophobic in my character became a way to stand outside my own anxiety and watch someone else survive, and even find redemption through, my greatest nightmare.
As readers, fiction often allows us to explore the most unimaginable of our fears and feel relief that someone is able to articulate what we cannot, what we dare not. As writers, we are challenged to offer readers a sense of empathy for our characters, even if they don’t always agree with the choices those characters make along the way. Creating believable vulnerabilities that aren’t dependent upon plot, but which are the very essence of a character herself, invites readers beneath her skin, into her very soul.
My stories often take me into emotional spaces I never intended to go. As I write my way through, I’m able to imbue my characters with strengths I don’t possess or burden them with faults I’m glad I don’t have to claim. I am not my characters, but each possesses a thread of my spirit.
In the months that followed the panic on the tarmac, I got my wings back. I was given a prescription for Ativan to take before boarding a plane. I found behavioral coping mechanisms: meditation, crossword puzzles, coloring books. But never was there a flight without some episode of claustrophobic panic that made me wonder if this was it, this was when I’d finally lose my mind.
Last summer, I spent a blissful three weeks in the southwest of Ireland, attending a poetry workshop and doing some follow-up research and writing on my second novel (The Crows of Beara: Ashland Creek Press, September 2017). The trip home was the first in sixteen years that I felt not the slightest twinge of claustrophobia. I don’t know what changed, what made this trip different; I was just happy that for once, my demons remained silent. My Ativan remained unopened in my carry on. I worked on a crossword puzzle and then, somewhere over the North Atlantic, I fell asleep.
“Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.” —Virginia Woolf
Julie Christine Johnson is the author of the novels In Another Life (February 2016, Sourcebooks Landmark) and The Crows of Beara (September 2017, Ashland Creek Press). Her short stories and essays have appeared in several journals, includingEmerge Literary Journal, Mud Season Review; Cirque: A Literary Journal of the North Pacific Rim; Cobalt, the anthologiesStories for Sendai; Up, Do: Flash Fiction by Women Writers; Three Minus One: Stories of Love and Loss and featured on the flash fiction podcast, No Extra Words. She holds undergraduate degrees in French and Psychology and a Master’s in International Affairs.
A runner, hiker, and wine geek, Julie makes her home on the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington state with her husband. In Another Life is her first novel.
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Great post. I used to be afraid of flying, but I convinced myself I needed to get over it if I ever wanted to go anywhere. It is still not fun, but I’ll endure it. Love the way you gave your character your fear. I wonder if that was what ultimately helped–out of your brain onto the page.
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That’s precisely what gets me on to a plane every single time: the thought of not traveling is the worse nightmare of all!
Isn’t it amazing the way the brain/heart seeks to heal, despite your best efforts to get in its way? At the very least, for the next journey, I will go in knowing it’s possible- I don’t have to be locked in the prison of my own fears.
Thank you for the lovely comment!
xoxo Julie
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Fabulous post. Loved the insight: “Creating believable vulnerabilities that aren’t dependent upon plot, but which are the very essence of a character herself, invites readers beneath her skin, into her very soul.” Yes! So very, very true.
So happy for you, Julie, that last flight back from Ireland (swoon–I want to go there!) was so stress free!
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Melissa, thank you! I can’t help but love Lia so much and there’s something gratifying about seeing her take flight. Maybe setting her free set me free, as well.
Oh, you must get to Ireland. Magical place. xoxo Julie
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Great post, Julie, and this sounds like a wonderful book. Congratulations both on publishing it, AND on conquering your claustrophobia on planes. I haven’t ever really been afraid of flying except once, when I went to visit my daughter in Alaska, in one of those tiny planes, and we had to island-hop. The turbulence was so horrible that I would have hit my head on the ceiling of the plane if I hadn’t been strapped in. Luckily, those Alaskan Airline pilots are cowboys who enjoy the challenge of a bucking plane, whew. My personal fear is much lamer than yours: I’m terrified of dentists, because my dad was in the Navy and, well, military dentists really do think you should tough things out sans anesthetics. Now I’m a total baby and beg for numbing gel even for a cleaning. Somehow, I haven’t yet managed to make that an exciting scene in a novel 🙂
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Oh Holly, thank you! It’s so funny- turbulence doesn’t bother me, really, but it greatly upsets my husband, so we’re quite a pair when we fly together. We keep each other’s fears at bay 🙂
Fear of dentists is NOT lame (makes me think of the book/movie “Marathon Man”!) You do what you need to do to make it a bearable experience, no shame allowed.
It’s wonderful to connect with you! xoxo Julie
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Oh, God, I nearly ran SCREAMING from the room when I saw that scene in Marathon Man!
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Hello, fellow claustraphobe! I remember my first time in a huge cave in Tennessee. I don’t go into caves or under houses. But, I’ve never had trouble with planes…hope your experience stays on this blog post. LOL!
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Oh Caves. No, no caves. Brendan and I were in Dordogne in the October 2014 and I had to bypass the famous Lascaux caves. Not even the lure of pre-history was enough to get me underground. Hugs, Zan- we’ll stay above ground together!!
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I really could not imagine getting on a plane! It is one of my biggest fears, even though I need to get over that if I am wanting to move anywhere long distance. I also love that this piece talked about pouring emotions into the characters. Sometimes when I am writing and I can’t express a feeling I am having in everyday life, I just make the character have this feeling or emotion. It allows me to open up and talk about things, but no one will ever truly know its a personal experience or feeling because it is delivered through fiction.
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