A Lesson on Imperfections
My four-year-old cut her hair. Youngest of three, she's the only one to have done this. Her sisters told her not to, but being the little firecracker she is, she didn't listen. But I couldn't really blame her--her hair was so long it went past her butt when wet. Dry it curled up to her waist. I imagine that could be quite bothersome for a preschooler always on the go.
So I put what was left of her hair in a ponytail (to be donated to Locks of Love) and snipped it off.
Which turned out to be one botched up mess. A very cute mess, at that. Somehow those mismatched lengths looked absolutely adorable. I loved it.
But then I had to go and even it up. Just a bit. A little here, a little there.
I ended up with a slightly more even but much shorter hairdo. And it just looked too stylized. Too perfect. And too short.
Sometimes we do that with writing. We try to make our latest WIP's perfect. But perfection is overrated--stale, empty, dead. Writing should teem with life, and imperfection makes stories real, giving it style and personality.
Don't get me wrong. Editing is important. We should all know how to edit and how to take harsh critiques. Half-assing a good story can ruin it.
But at some point you have to say, "Enough is enough. I'm done."
The other lesson I learned is I have no clue how to cut hair.