You know what I haven't blogged about in a while? Writing. Kind of ironic, since this is a writer's blog and all.
Here I am, in the home stretch of my big rewrite project. I'm about three chapters from the end, and I'm starting to feel a case of the "good enoughs" coming on. When I'm working on a project, with the end in sight and my energy flagging, I have a tendency to think things are just fine and dandy the way they are. Wall painting is a great example. A few drops on the woodwork? A few thin spots near the ceiling? Who'll notice? If I can live with it, so can everyone else, right?
Sometimes, that's true. But sometimes, the patches the drips and the streaks bother me.
And I'm not asking anyone to pay me for being a wall painter.
So, right now, it's taking all of my will power not to declare the last three chapters good enough and quit. I know they aren't, just like I know my painting skills leave a lot to be desired. There is improvement to be made in nearly every sentence and slacking on the ending will only serve to haunt me.
Let's say I get a request for a full manuscript from an agent. Let's say I get rejected. If I don't give the ending the attention it deserves, I'll always have to wonder if that was the reason for rejection.
It's time to take a deep breath and do what I'm supposed to do. No matter how much I want to get to the next step.
Which begs the question: In writing, when is enough enough?