My eyes are raw from staring at the computer screen, my ego bruised from rejections, my fingers have seized up from typing, writing and editing. All the while, I’m striving for perfection, to be the best that there is because in order to get published, this is all that I can be.
Mediocre doesn’t cut the mustard. In today’s world, we have to be at the top of our game: great thinkers, great writers, great marketers, great sellers, great editors, great socialites, bloggers and so on.
However, within the desire for perfection is one small problem, we are human. This is something I have to tell myself often. There will be typos, mistakes and often cringe worthy comments to bloggers/publishers/agents. I kick myself every time that I didn’t spot them or wait longer before pressing the enter button.
I’m learning, slowly but surely, the best way for me to safeguard myself from these mistakes for the future but who knows what damage they may have caused me. I can only learn and move on. Sometimes I wonder how damaging all this striving for perfection is? If, like Nina in the Black Swan, the only way to reach perfection is to hurt yourself and others in order to reach it. Is glory worth death?
What have you regrettably done whilst striving for perfection or glory?
