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Monday, March 27, 2017

The mysterious path (Jennifer R. Hubbard)

This is pretty much how writing feels to me.

hiker on path leading into narrowing stone walls
Arches National Park, Utah

I start out on a fairly clearly marked path, with some concrete ideas. I think I know where I'm going.

But then the path gets more obscure. The walls close in: the walls of doubt, of tangles in the story, of unforeseen problems.

At first, when the walls close in, I'm a little scared. Or frustrated. And then I remind myself this always happens.

I trust the path is going somewhere. I keep walking.

There is beauty here, and mystery. In fact, it might not be nearly as rewarding if I could see the whole path from the start. Yes, I've looked at the map. I have some idea of where I'm going. But there are always surprises along the way.

In part, I write to discover.


10 comments:

  1. My heart started racing when I first looked at this picture and then I read your post and I was like, "Oh yeah, that's what writing feels like sometimes!" Great post!

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    1. Thanks!
      There are probably a few writers wandering around back there ...

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  2. I'm pretty sure I've been there! Arches NP is awesome!

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    1. I like when I can mix my hiking adventures in with my writing!

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