It seems many of us are never satisfied with our work.
One way or another, there’s always too many words or the wrong words or the wrong color or one too many stitches (but where?) or dozens of other points that make us never 100% satisfied.
Fortunately for us, these little nit nats only add checks to our overly full checklist. We know we’ve done our best. That could be getting published, hanging paintings in art galleries, selling a latest dress design, or performing a musical masterpiece.
I’m not a published writer, but in reviewing my past works, I’m not bad. I had a knack for language back in the day, but I never pursued publication very hard. But I’ve always wondered.
Now that I ONCE AGAIN am thinking of putting my books on Amazon, I’m rereading them for the 1,000th time.
And cutting and rewording things for the 1,000th time.
Is that a good thing? Is that a neurotic thing?
Those of you who are published — when did you decide enough was enough? Those of you who paint, when did you decide that the last swirl was indeed the last?
I think it’s easy to nickel and dime ourselves to death. Just one more stroke. One more trim. It would be an embarrassment to find run on sentences mismatched seams if you could have caught them.
It’s the point of saying done is done and moving on. That’s what I did. I think I came back to this idea because I’ve been bored waiting for summer and sun to come back into my life. Or grandkids soccer games. Or barbecues. Or all of the above. So I’ve wandered back to past creativities.
I’m glad I’m proofing this stuff ONE MORE TIME, but to tell the truth I’m getting tired of Anna and her adventures. I either need to send it out or take the next 15 years to write someone else’s adventures.
What are YOU doing on these between days?
Humoring the Goddess 