Picture this. A writer sits behind her desk, pulling her hair, staring in desperation at the screen of her laptop.
Two lines in the introduction of her next project.
She moves words around. Adds other words, deletes lines, adds them back again because deleting the words didn’t make her introduction better.
And then the writer stops.
She gets some tea and returns to her desk with a smile.
She changes one word and then moves on to the next page.
She remembers that good enough is the goal. She remembers that perfection truly is a myth. No writing is ever perfect.
That is the only way she can let go of her words and move on to the next.