Writing is like climbing a mountain. From far away it looks like mountain this mountain you kinda have a general idea of what it looks like. And then you start climbing it and there’s a valley before the actual mountain. Well, turns is there’s also this river you have to cross. 

Oh nice we’ve finally started climbing, well there’s also this ice face we have to climb. Glad I brought my crampons, and my ice axe here we go, and on and on until we actually get to the top. 

Also if you don’t climb often you realize that getting up is actually about half the battle, now you gotta get down. This is a separate topic in mountaineering and I don’t know if it works with this metaphor but most climbs that end in death are on the way down. Usually because they forced the summit when the weather is bad.

creating and destroying; built flying cars & autonomous vehicles, now building /faust, more here: /july, web: july.rocks

the writing path is full of false summits