It occurred to me that writing a novel is a lot like that rafting trip. You start out typing your story all perky and excited, knowing the journey will be long and arduous but confident you have the strength to make it.
|Day 1 of our Grand Canyon raft trip: wheee, rowing is fun!|
|Day 3: rowing is hard work.|
|Looking down the Colorado River from the Nankoweap overlook.|
|Helloooooo, big rapids.|
|Swimming the rapids of the Little Colorado River. (This, we were doing for fun. I don't have any pics of the people who fell out of the raft in the real rapids, because we were too busy rescuing them.)|
|Me exploring a lovely little side canyon.|
|River guides pretending they are scuba mice. (Long story. You had to be there.)|
No matter how arduous the journey, there are times when you're overcome by its beauty.
|Gorgeous Grand Canyon landscape.|
And so, day after day, you forge on. Knowing that even when this journey comes to an end, there will always be another story waiting for you to explore it.
|The Little Colorado River beckons.|