The other day I was on Hogback Mountain in a place purported to provide a 100 mile view. Perhaps, under ideal conditions, one can see 100 miles. On this day, heavy with storm clouds, the range of visibility was somewhat diminished, though still breathtaking.
Imagine traveling, one step at a time, as far as the eye can see. That’s how it feels to begin a new novel. The end is some hazy point on an impossibly distant horizon. And yet writers have the audacity to believe they actually see that distant goal and the tenacity to make the long journey to get there.