The proof came back from the printer. I found a few errors and had to decide whether to take the extra week to get new files sent in, or to go with the minor imperfections. Given our rush to get this book out, I decided to accept the small mistakes. Most people won't see these little flaws, but I know they're there.
Which brings me to realizing how much I want perfection, and how easy it would be to choose inaction as I wait for perfection to arrive. I feel the tension of moving ahead without having every single bit of the journey mapped out.
Perfection paralysis. Tempting. I'd better keep coming out and facing my instincts, which are always somewhere out ahead of administration, in that enticing land of imperfection.
1 comment:
I read your first two chapters. It sounds like a book worth reading. Best of luck with getting the words into the world.
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