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“Unlike my poor knowledge of hiking, I was aware of how much I didn’t know when it came to writing novels.”
“We bought hiking boots, rented a Corolla, and drove four hours east from Syracuse, NY to Lake Placid, NY.”
“I even felt the angst of writing in Lake Placid, hours from my laptop.”
“Whatever struggles they had endured to reach the top had been worth the view.”
“I was drafting a novel that at 200 pages in I still wasn’t sure if I should just preemptively incinerate.”
“Pussies , I thought.”
“I am a fiction writer, after all.”
“We shielded our eyes from the sun and studied the sweeping vistas of forests and mountains.”
“In yellow letters: TRAIL TO BIG SLIDE MT.”
“For the first time in months, my eyes were not strained by pixels and my fingers were not cramped from typing.”
“But the instant I glanced up from the ground, a massive wall of boulders blocked my view.”
“I saw white dash markings of paint that curved upward over each boulder.”
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“We decided we would overcome confinement by becoming hikers.”
“The novel seemed impossible to surmount, yet I could not kill the magnetic impulse to continue.”
“We could not see the summit from where we stood but knew, among the trees, that we were in the thick of things.”
“Upon closer inspection, I noticed how the boulder contained grooves meant for gripping.”
“The July sun swung high above our heads, casting an orange glow around the canopy of trees.”
“It’s a two hour hike up a measly “mountain.” How hard could it be?”