About life and literature―Promise
The pictures on my blog and Instagram are photos I took while climbing mountains. Climbing a mountain is a bit like writing a novel, possibly more so than running a marathon. It really is a one step at a time adventure. Occasionally, one has difficulty finding a route up the mountain and has to take some steps back and redirect. Mostly though, it’s the mental game of placing one foot in front of the other when one is fatigued, and mentally worn out from the steep and sometimes rough terrain.
A few years ago I went to South America with the singular goal to climb the highest peak in the Western Hemisphere, Mt. Aconcagua. After climbing local mountains such as Mt Rainier, Mt. Baker, Mt Hood, and the other volcanoes of the cascades I wanted to try high altitude climbing.
It turned out to be the best training I could have asked for in preparation for writing the novel that I have since completed. Incidentally, my novel is a crime novel not a mountain climbing novel.
In order to climb high altitudes, one must first train, then acclimatize. This is carried out by spending months of weekend climbing, and running. Then, once on the high mountain, by climbing a few thousand feet higher daily, returning to a lower altitude for a night, then climbing higher and staying higher, gradually moving up the mountain. This allows acclimatization so that one will not develop Cerebral Edema and die and requires various amounts of time on the mountain depending on the altitude.
Still, when summit day arrived and we climbed from 19,200 ft to 22,840 ft the altitude played havoc on my mindset, and psyche. There were times when I felt like quitting but—in the end―it was one foot in front of the other, at a snail’s pace all the way to the summit, and highest point in the Western Hemisphere.
I think mountain climbing sums up the journey of completing a novel through to publication. There are often route finding difficulties, and always a new challenge of acclimatizing to what one didn’t know before one started the journey. After the fervor and toil of writing many drafts, and having editors and readers making suggestions, and writing many more drafts there is a moment of perceived completion. This is the false summit. It seems this is when the real high altitude acclimatization begins because one realizes that the mountain has not been climbed. The summit (publication) does not come so easily and there suddenly appear new challenges that were never identified prior to setting out on the journey. When I climb a mountain, or now as I have completed writing my novel, I don’t look to see how far it is to the summit, I just keep putting one foot in front of the other.