Perfectionism. The cliche ‘bad quality’ you say because you secretly think it’s a good thing.
I want to be perfect. I want to do everything perfectly, all the time, without any help.
The quest for perfection is like a bottomless pit. If you step too close to the edge, look too long and hard at it, you might fall in, never to be seen or heard from again.
It’s less than productive.
For things like blogs, I write them, glance over them quickly, then squeeze my eyes shut, back away from the pit, and click ‘Publish’. Then I quell the useless fretting over all the little imperfections I sent out into cyberspace and move on.
But for books, it’s infinitely trickier.
I don’t want them to be perfect in the way I want everything to be perfect. They’re not things I can simply let go off, wearing their imperfections like badges saying ‘I could care’.
Learning to accept that ‘good enough’ is good enough and to let go has been a long journey. Only when I look back do I see that I’ve taken it.
The road doesn’t reach all the way to my books though.
I want them to be perfect. Full stop. Period. End of line.
Focusing on the first book, the question is: Can I make it perfect myself?
Well? Can I?
I’m already in the pit with it. Do I battle on?
Or should I climb out, make it ‘good enough’, and get on with it? Send it to an editor. Get help. I mean, telling the story in the best way possible is what’s important. Not my pride in doing it alone.
But what if I don’t need a professional editor? I’ll never reach perfect, I don’t think, but what if ‘good enough’ is good enough?
The solution is simple. Try for perfect. Accept good enough. Send to agents. Get form rejects. Weep (kidding :P). Then get a professional edit.
Expect maybe the accepting good enough part, but let’s not get bogged down…
So, about the deadline. What happened is…
I’m sticking to it, no excuses!
Chapter two is done. I used something I had written before. It was one of those moment when you suspect you have had a master plan all along. I do actually…*evil laugh* It had to be edited and trimmed and added-to, but that’s to be expected.
Also, I was wrong when I said I and to write chapters two and three. Chapter three is done.
So…The book is complete. Again. Hopefully for good this time.
Scissors! Come hither! It’s time to edit.