This post is part of the Insecure Writer's Support Group
I’ve been told I’m a completionist. Sometimes it’s said as a complement… sometimes as a criticism. I’m not certain which side of that coin I agree with, but I do think one or the other is right.
When it comes to my books, I think that particular part of my personality is a hindrance. I like things being wrapped up with a nice shiny bow… I like getting all the things done! But when you finish a novel… when it’s published and it’s out there on shelves (physical or digital) it’s never really over. I can’t change them, but by putting it out in the world I’ve given it a new sort of life, one that isn’t entirely dependent on me anymore. I don’t control who reads it, who likes it or hates it. I don’t control who they tell or how or why. Which is fine. Right? I’m still trying to convince the control freak that lives in my brain to stop poking the tender spots left after I throw a book out into the world and pretend that I actually feel like it’s finished.
Maybe someday I’ll get over that. Until then, I’ll be over here in a corner fretting about things that don’t feel complete.