Writing sucks
Every time I “finish” writing something, I spend hours and hours thinking about how to fix it and make it better. I wish it was like painting, sculpting, or photography where, when it is done, it is done. The line is draw, button pushed, piece carved. Instead, writing is never really done, and this tortures me to no end. I can’t even let go of the most simple writings. Even this one! I need to let go…Story of my life. I can’t let go either, I become attached and then I nitpick and change every other line. I can’t just let things I create be.
Painting and sculpture aren’t ever really done, either. You can always come back and add or take away. Photography, yes, in a way, but they can always be tweaked, in the darkroom or digitally. The key to art is knowing when to walk away, and sometimes it’s not as easy as the piece saying “I’m done now!” Sometimes you’re lucky and it does. If it doesn’t, then keep working on it. Leonardo da Vinci spent 16 years on Mona Lisa. 16 years! That’s how masterpieces are created.
And to be a dick, you shouldn’t have let that one go, you should have spell checked first. (I edited it already). See? Listen to your gut and perfect it as long as you need.
