Today's quote is from Ivan Turgenev, a Russian author. I am not familiar with his work.
But I like this quote.
If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
Isn't that so true? Don't we as writers sometimes write then rewrite and rewrite and revise and revise and polish and scrub until our fingers are worn down to the nub? And still we are not satisfied. Still we think, "It is not ready." "It is not quite finished."
The truth of the matter is, nothing any of us writes is every really finished. Something can ALWAYS be added or taken away; a word here, a comma there...no wait, that chapter needs work and there's something not right with that conversation and maybe there's too much description here....
I believe it was the Navajo who, when weaving a rug (or other fabric and perhaps when doing pottery as well) made a deliberate mistake because only the Great Spirit makes things perfectly.
We should keep that in mind.
I do have some kind of sense when something is as polished as I can get it. It's intangible, I can't describe it or label it. There just comes a point where I say, that's it, I'm done. I also know nothing I've written is totally perfect.
What about you? Do you have a point when you know/sense your work is done? That it's as good as you can make it? Are you ever complete satisfied?