I know I’m not the only creative to finish their work, and either immediately or several weeks/months/years later find myself unhappy with it. It seems to be a quirk of most artists. Nothing we create is ever perfect. It’s never how we had imagined it.
As I’m writing this post, I’m going through a sense of unhappiness with a manuscript of mine that, four months ago, I had thought was ready for publication. I’m trying to figure out if this feeling is based on the fact that the manuscript does indeed need fixing, or if I’m just second-guessing myself. Is there necessary work to be done, or am I just being picky?
The unfortunate truth is that the art we create will never be perfect, it will never feel done. There will come a point where we have to say, “Okay, it’s good enough,” and put it out there for the world to see.
Someone said to me once that it’s probably a good sign if you hate your own work more than anyone else. It’s a funny thought, and maybe it has merit. And it’s also kind of sad that artists often don’t take the amount of pride in their work that they should. What we do is hard and not possible for everyone, so why don’t we celebrate that success?
As I continue on my current journey with this manuscript, I’ll have to decide at some point when to have that “It’s good enough,” moment. Will that moment come easily? Will it be a purposeful, yet painful decision I make?