In a very general way, I think what most writers crave is to bring their story to life.
But what is life? Is it the point when the story is finished? Is it the point when you send it out to your first readers? Is it the point when it's published and you've decided you aren't going to touch it anymore?
For me, I get a good amount of joy out of finishing a story and sharing it with a few people. But the point when the story comes to life is when it's published and put out into the world. So far, this has only been the case for short stories. I crave the moment when I can publish a longer work of mine, something that I have labored over for at least a couple of years.
And, so I wonder. If that end point is really the happy spot for me, the point when I feel like I've actually brought something to life. Why am I waiting so long to reach that point?
I've finished one novel now, Rooster, and I'm at the final polishing stage of a novella, Bread. Neither one is a perfect work, in my opinion, but does imperfection mean that the story should remain dead in a drawer?
Last week, Tara Maya had a great post on Growing Up In Public. It hit on some ideas that I've been thinking about as well over the last few months. I've been so scared to publish my books because of the dreaded "record" in which bad sales of one book supposedly destroys all of your chances of ever publishing anything else. I'm wondering, what if that actually isn't true? What if I can get away with publishing my little runt Rooster just for the sake of bringing to life the results of seven year's hard work?
The thought is quite exciting...
So, the question I have for you on this Monday is: Do you think it's worth it to wait for perfection?
Or in the case of the few who say there's no such thing: Do you think it's wise to publish something that isn't your best work just to give it a life?