Perfection is a Mutha Fuckin' Rainbow, Mutha Fucka!

I am off today. A whole day away from a coffee shop and really the only thought I had upon waking was, "coffee". I feel like I've eaten peanuts for lunch too many times in the past month. It's actually pretty disgusting. What can I say? I'm a busy guy. 

I had a pretty good talk with my friend, Dan, about rewriting a story you've rewritten a dozen times before. It's nice to know that it's not just me who feels this way. That shit is WORK. My writing sample for grad school is one such example. It's a story that was birthed in a tutoring session while I was in a nonfiction class. It was this small instance about hearing a friend of mine being hit by his dad. Not seeing it, but the sound of it. I don't know how long that version was, but it had to be at least four years ago. I have been writing versions of it since then. Now that I know all the pieces, it's the putting them all together that is kind of           boring.  Even this blog is a form of me putting it off. It gets to the point where it literally just feels like sitting in a chair for hours. Teachers, other writers, all tell you that this is hard work. It truly is. I have snippets of breakthrough though. Still, after years, I realize that this one word needs to be changed. And when I change it, perfection.

I'm putting in the hours. This story will be finished soon. Done. 

Until I decide it isn't. 

I guess, as an artist, you always strive for that perfect thing. That final product. Maybe I'm later at figuring this out than most of the writers, painters, musicians I know. That finality is a rainbow. It will always be over there. I don't know. It just made sense to me now. Slow learner, I guess. 

so true.