Striving for absolute shiny perfection is the worst thing for me.
No, really. My idea of perfection is just a little too perfect. I could go mad, trying to write the Platonic ideal story; I know I could. I could work and work and work on the same story until the stars grow cold, and never feel as if I was finished with it.
So I don't try to make any single story perfect. I know it's never going to happen. My brain can always think of something more that's required.
What I do instead is work my way
Published on June 04, 2009 05:00