“Writing your first draft’s like climbing a mountain,” my
friend Ieva said to me today. “You keep
you on pushing yourself and pushing yourself until you get the top.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “But
then, when you get to the top, YOU HAVE TO LOOK DOWN.”
Ladies and gentlemen, I am about to look down.
Full disclosure: I’m terrified of heights. Anyone who has ever gone skiing with me knows
this.
For the record: I love skiing. I adore letting go, abandoning my body to the
mercy of wind and gravity – I think it’s one of the closest things humans can
do to flying. But I really, really hate
looking down a slope and seeing all the ways I could potentially die. I’ve worked pretty hard over the years at
shutting off that part of my brain. Because I like skiing and I know that I’ve
got the skills to handle most terrain and that I always get to the bottom no matter
what. I know that if I trust myself,
I’ll be OK.
But sometimes, I look down.