Christopher Vogler The Writers Journey
As I walked along, calmer now, the way out of my personal confusion became
clearer. "Trust the path," my voice had said, and I took that to mean "Keep march
ing ahead to the next stage of life. Don't try to go backwards, don't allow yourself to
get paralyzed or panicked, just keep marching. Trust that your instincts are good and
natural and will lead you to a happier, safer place." T h e n the hiking trail merged with
a fire road, wide as two firetrucks, and in half an hour I was back on the highway
where my blessed Volkswagen was parked. T h e sun was still blazing on the Western
horizon, though I knew back in those canyons it was already deepest night, and I
could have died there.
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T H E W R I T E R ' S JOURNEY ~ T H I R D EDITION
Christopher Vogler
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