This amazing, or what you think is amazing, idea coalesces in your mind. You see it clearly, the words tumble out and your fingers hum over the keyboard. Done!
What fantasy world do you live in?
It’s not quite right, is it? You move the words around, find better words, think about the tenses, read it out loud, worry about the punctuation. At least, I worry about punctuation because I tend to chuck exclamation points, commas, and semi-colons in wherever they feel right. Grammar, apparently, has rules; it is not a personal emotional expression.
Okay, there it is and it’s pretty damn good if you say so yourself.
The next day you open your laptop eager to plunge on. You read yesterday’s brilliance and the shine has gone off it, somehow. You play with it, you rearrange it, you move whole sentences around, and delete paragraphs and start over. You can write better than this, and you do…until the next day.
My question is: how do you know when to stop? When is it done? When is it perfect? … Is it ever perfect?