I forgot to blog yesterday. Actually, I did that Jedi mind trick thing where I remembered a couple of times, but I was doing something else when I remembered, and so I forgot again. Then I started watching TV, catching up on all the episodes I missed on shows I like (I don't need Tivo, I just hook up my computer to the TV and go to Hulu), and then I got tired and went to bed.
I really expected to last longer on the daily blog thing. At least a week, maybe even two. It reminds me a little of when I'm playing on a song on Rock Band. I start paying attention to the fact that I'm doing really well---not missing any notes at all. Then I feel this PRESSURE to not miss any notes because I'm getting 100%, baby ... until I miss ONE note. Then weirdly, I feel better. Because I don't have worry about getting it perfect.
I still plan to blog every day, except when I forget, of course, but I don't have to worry about getting it perfect.
The same could be said for writing. There is no perfect. There's "as good as you can possibly get it right now." I've never really had a problem letting go of a manuscript. There are too many stories to tell, and if I'm spending a gabillion hours worrying about every sentence in one book, I can't write the next one. The best writing advice I ever received was from a college professor. She told me: Never fall in love with your words.
I learned that being published means my book becomes a group project. I don't always have control over it. Sometimes, I have to compromise. Sometimes, I have to let go of a scene, an idea, a plot line, a character, and so forth. Sometimes, I have to accept that the book I want to write is not the book the publisher wants to buy. But I'm a working writer, so I move on, move forward, and try again.
That's all we can do. In writing. In blogging. And in life.