I finished the
second of my four essays yesterday. Or maybe I should say I finished
the first of four essays, since the first essay is still at first
draft stage, but my GOAL was to complete DRAFTS of four essays, so I
think actually FINISHING essay #2 was going above and beyond the call
of duty.
What do I mean,
“finished”?
I mean it's too
late to fix it. I got to the point, yesterday, where I was happy with
what I'd written, and it felt done, and I submitted it.
Then, AFTER I had
already submitted it, I emailed it to a few writers I know, saying
I'd be delighted to listen to any feedback they might care to give,
now that it was too late to change anything.
This is the
feedback I got (I'm giving approximations, here, not direct quotes):
Person 1: I think
it's beautiful and perfect and I'm not just saying that because you
can't change anything.
Person 2: I
enjoyed your essay – I felt like I could have been you.
Person 3: I was
worried I wasn't going to like it at first, but then, as it went on,
I liked it more.
Person 4: You said
everything you needed to say.
Person 5: Kudos on
how you tied things together – I wasn't sure where that first story
was going, but then you came back to it near the end, and that kind
of resolution is pleasing to a reader.
This was all kind
of weird to me, because, having already submitted the piece, I felt
pleased and honored that my writing friends had taken the time to
read my essay, but I was oddly detached from what they had to say
about it. Not that I didn't care, just that there was nothing hinging
on their approval, you know? I had already let it go.
I was connected
just enough to what it WOULD have felt like to get that feedback on
something I was thinking of as a draft to realize that I was REALLY
GLAD I'd submitted it before soliciting people's opinions.
Overall, the
responses were certainly positive, but I know myself: I would have
seized on those two comments that implicated the beginning (“I was
worried I wasn't going to like it at first” and “I wasn't sure
where that first story was going”) and I would have decided I
needed to scrap my beginning and start over some other way. Probably
I would have futzed about with that first couple of pages for a
couple of weeks, until they morphed into something that didn't fit
the rest of the essay at all, and by that time, the whole project
would have been down the tubes, the submission deadline would have
passed, and I would have had yet another “almost done” essay
gathering virtual dust in my documents folder on the computer.
I'm starting to
see that I have been using other people's opinions as an excuse not
to finish. I've been sabotaging myself, on a regular basis, by
focusing on getting it right rather than getting it done.
What I realized
yesterday was that getting it done WAS getting it right (meaning that
it FELT right to me), and that getting it “right” had actually
been code for getting it perfect.
I hope I will
someday get to the point where I can use other people's opinions in
the spirit I think they're usually offered: as a help and not a
hindrance. Until then, I will respect my own limitations.
Ha, that's funny because the beginning of the story hooked me immediately. I think that the real lesson is that nothing will EVER be perfect because you can never, ever please everyone. And so, like you said, the most important reader to please is yourself!
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