Through the Lion's Teeth

“ Who is this fair blossom that has planted herself into my cherished garden? ”

It never seems to be satisfying enough. When you finish writing something, you just made an attempt to take out ideas from your mind... Unfortunately, after being done, even though that feeling of accomplishment may be there, it is very hard for it to stay. And once that feeling is gone, you’re dying to bring it back, either by writing something completely different, or just plain better.

One of my problems is that when I write something, once I’m done, that is, even if I leave it there to sit without looking back on it for a few days, once I do re-read it… those little mistakes and funky written sentences jump at you like bright yellow flying in your eyes. It’s irritating and makes me only want to re-write it all over again. But if I do that, then I’d be re-writing things over and over and over again, non-stop. I would never continue and I’d never progress in the story.

But then again, if I don’t re-write what I could improve, then I’ll always look back on it with a annoyed feeling...

I’m sure it’s a regular dilemma for any person who does any piece of work, may it be writing, singing, drawing—it never manages to be perfect. But nonetheless, there’s got to be some logical solution to approaching it. (?:/)