People are painting parts of our house today. High parts. The parts my husband prefers not to deal with. He’s already power washed the siding and painted much of the trim. There are just these teeter-on-the-top-of-a-ladder and climb-on-the-roof bits that still need attention, and ladders and roofs are not his favourite places.
Unfortunately, short of renting a cherry picker or hanging from a helicopter, there’s no other way to reach them.
As I watched a ladder being maneuvered into place I thought of other lofty locales that we writers struggle to reach – not roofs, but the elusive goals of finished manuscripts, representation and publication, bestseller lists or other recognition in the literary world.
We climb rungs toward those goals, working past writer’s block, tapping out words in the silence of night or early morning, revising until we’re fed up with the process, querying, schmoozing, signing, smiling until we’re weary from the effort. Each step in the process is an achievement, but is it enough to ensure success? Do we need to enlist the help of others to reach those just-out-of-reach dreams?
What part of the writer’s journey is the most difficult for you? Why? What or who do you rely on for help?