LETTING GO

A piece of writing is never perfect to the writer or only very rarely. I thought I'd finished a short story yesterday and had it ready packed up to post to my targeted magazine. As usual I'd run out of time and had to leave it behind and catch a bus. This morning, I decided to have another look at it before I sent it. And yes, there were one or two things to polish. But now I think I've done as good a job as I can on it, maybe tinkering would spoil it. This morning I am letting it go.