Okay, this really doesn’t have much to do with anything other than it simply being on my mind. Of course, it’s only on my mind thanks to the Weather Channel showing the film “Into Thin Air” which then compelled me to read the book. I’m almost done so a review will be forthcoming, but I thought I’d take a few moments and talk about how I used to view writing a novel like climbing a mountain.
I’ve come to the conclusion it’s nothing like it. Like, at all. Okay, there’s strategy involved, plotting and scheming with a good dose of determination in order to get to the summit… errr, conclusion. But in writing, so it seems to me, the climax comes toward the end, while the reaching of the summit (climax) is actually the midway point in climbing. As is the case of this devastating tale of an expedition up Everest gone horribly, horribly wrong, one might reach the summit, but you still have to get down alive in order to tell the tale.
Of course one has to get up the Hillary Step , aka nature’s way of saying, “28k feet climbed and you think you’re done? Bwahahahahahaha! WRONG!” [Click on the link, it’s a different pic than what’s below]:
Of course in order to even get to Camp I, never mind Camp IV, you have to climb past the Khumbu Ice Falls:
If nothing else reading about climbing Everest makes me feel like working on my current wip is almost easy. ALMOST.
Anyone else seen/read Into Thin Air? Ever climbed Everest or any other notable mountain? Heck, any mountain is notable! How does it compare to writing? Does it? And if you had 65k would you pay for a guided climb up the tallest peak in the world?