Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

by Kelsie Engen

Perfectionism is a killer.

Most of the time, I think I’ve taken care of my perfectionist tendencies. But then a time like this resurges in my life to remind me that I am still bowing to the invisible demons of perfectionism.

Case in point: I’m at the point in my Broken Time revisions where I’ve lost the rose-colored glasses. I’m just over halfway through with my revision, making more changes than I thought I needed to, and now I see it like it is: a novel still in need of much work, of which I will never be satisfied with.