Realizing imperfection

'Round about 5:00 I was feeling on top of the world. I had mailed off five graphic novels sold via Amazon, finished the story I've been working on for a week and a half, and exercised at the gym for an hour. The day was bright and beautiful, and I was overflowing with gratefulness to God and with a feeling of success.

But feelings quickly dissipate. I read my story out loud to my siblings twice, and I realize it is flawed. It is a bit too wordy and philosophical in the middle, but at the same time it fits the idea in my mind. My idea itself is not mature enough to create a great story. I'm not mature enough.

I used to think it was enough just to finish a story. I'm so glad that I can do that, but now it is not enough. Now I want to finish better stories. Each story is better than the one before, and each one displays flashes of brilliance. Still, I haven't yet written a great story. That's probably good. I wouldn't know what to do with it if I did.

Patience...  ¶ 7:03 PM