We have all got them. Fear of heights, flying, waking up naked at school ... Or having strange people realize you have messy dresser drawers full of holey underwear and old sweatpants. Ok, maybe my fears aren't so typical, but they're MINE!
I have reorganized half my house over the last week because of this OCD insanity. I don't actually worry about living with these things on a daily basis. I mean, mismatched socks and worn out favorite pajamas stuffing my dresser don't actually bother me a bit. It's just the idea that, in the event of an emergency, someone like mother-in-law or a helpful neighbor, would be examining my life through the lense of domestic madness.
I think it goes back to my horror when I babysat and opened cabinets in search of utensils to make popcorn or cocoa and found an explosion of crumbs and partially clean pots. I wondered how anyone could live that way.
Now I know, of course. I wash my dishes while double checking homework, doing laundry and supervising lunch preparations for the next day. I'm lucky I don't end up washing them in grape jelly while putting cascade on the PBJ sandwiches.
So, anyway, what are your irrational fears--writing related or not.