Perfectionism is the bane of many a writer, even experienced ones. Each story must be perfect or it’s no good. There’s no middle ground. There’s no forgiveness for ourselves. We don’t allow for the fact we’re human, we’re frail, and, despite our pride, we don’t know it all.
Perfectionism plagued my early years as a writer, and it still raises its ugly Smaug-like head occasionally. Having everything perfect is an aspect of OCD that affects my writing. Rarely for the good and most times for the not so good.
