“Before the beginning of great brilliance, there must be chaos. Before a brilliant person begins something great, they must look foolish to the crowd.” — I Ching
In that case, my novel will be AMAZING! Ha!
One of the things I have had to work to overcome (and is this true for other writers, I wonder?) is the desire for praise/acceptance from people who are important in my life. Case in point: both of my older sisters will acknowledge (if they must) that I can write, but they both state they dislike what it is that I write, my subject matter. That bothered me for awhile (I mean, hey, we all crave acceptance from our families, right?) until I realized that I had to view them as random readers, anyone who might pick up my work. Some will like it, some won’t. And that’s okay. The important thing is that I like it.
Which, of course, leads me to that writer conundrum of never entirely being satisfied with a piece of work. At which point do we say “Enough!” and stop tweaking it? It becomes a case of gut-feel. Even then, I have gone back to published work months or years later and cringed. The itch develops in my fingers to rewrite, make tighter, do better. Sometimes I indulge, although that can feel like beating a dead horse, as it were. Better to take that desire to write tighter and better to the next piece of writing. (Obviously if we’re talking about a piece that hasn’t yet been published, that’s a different kettle of spam. If there’s hope left in a piece — and it isn’t total shite — work that sucker! If nothing else, you’ll learn from the process.)