I’m a chronic tinkerer. There I’ve admitted it. The thing is, I forgot. I’m sure it says how much I’m not writing the way I used to.
It’s not totally about being a perfectionist. I think the tinkering got away from me this time because I enjoy this romance. Since it was released from the anthology, I’ve read it another two to three times.
The substance of the story hasn’t changed, but each time I delved in, the characters had things to say. Their relationship/s took on deeper meaning, and I explored in several directions. No, I didn’t tell all. Something has to be left for another story. A wise editor taught me that.
At some point, I have to believe the book is “poifect” though I know it can’t be. There will be the same word in close proximity to another that I miss. There will be those evil stray periods and commas. Or perhaps a gap in the test somewhere. And horror of horrors, a typo. But, all in all, I’m satisfied.
I couldn’t end this note without looking up one of my favorite quotes, which is on the graphic above. “Have no fear of perfection—you’ll never reach it.” Salvador Dali, Spanish Artist.
