Boulders in Winter
“Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.”
“At some point, you can’t lift this boulder with just your own strength. And if you find that you need to move” bigger and bigger boulders up hills, you will need more and more help.”
“Persistence prevails, like a stream that is temporarily blocked by boulders and then collects force enough to overflow onward.”
“May your boulders be your blessings. May you be able to embrace them. And may you find what’s extraordinary in yourself.”
When you start a novel, it is always like pushing a boulder uphill. Then, after a while, to mangle the metaphor, the boulder fills with helium and becomes a balloon that carries you the rest of the way to the top. You just have to hold your nerve and trust to narrative.
What “boulders” do you encounter in your writing life?
What “tools” do you use to push against them and get on with your writing?
All photographs are my own originals.