I have a problem. I can’t stop editing my book.
“You’re afraid to let go…to be judged…to take a risk.”
There’s truth to all of that – but the issue isn’t my obsession (and it is an obsession), it’s admitting that I have a problem. As of this writing, two people have read my book. Under the explicit warning that any and all criticism withheld would only be to my extreme detriment, they both loved it. Yet I continue to edit. Why?
A successful book (nay-say all you want, inner circle acclaim counts) gives us the rare opportunity to improve something that’s already been proven to work. Unnecessary, maybe, but the more we tweak, the more we demonstrate the book’s ability to hold one’s interest. The more we are tempted driven to make it better, the more likely our capricious creative spirit is to stick around for the inevitable follow-up.
Yes, we have to stop eventually. But we’re not crazy…we’re just possessive control freaks unwilling to part from our – ok. We’re crazy. But in this business, that’s an asset.