- Are we done here?
- I’m done!
- I’m so done with you.
- Are you done yet?
DONE is a word used by toddlers and grownups alike. By writers? Not so much. For a writer to say, ‘I’m done!’ is as likely as putting your hands behind your back and blowing the waves back into the ocean.
Elizabeth Gilbert advice budding authors that ,’done is better than perfect.’ Leonardo da Vinci didn’t wait until he was done with a project before starting a new one.
Done and perfect are impossible standards to live by. Artists and writers work in the grey zones, Everyone has a different measures of done-ness. There is no golden standard. Personally when I say I’m done with something, I don’t mean that it is done, but that I feel that it’s done.
Are you improving your work, or needlessly tinkering with it? Are you giving up too soon, or should you keep going? How do you know? It took me a while to learn this, but there is a huge difference between stopping out of laziness and feeling fed up (I’m so done here!), and stepping away because there is nothing more to ad.
I can only speak for myself, but when starting a new chapter I feel like I’m mud wrestling with a feral cat. I can’t get a grip, my vision is blocked, and I keep falling down. Stopping mid-fight would be stupid. There is nothing done about it; not even close. As I keep writing – clawing at one word at a time – I begin to get some traction. Now we’re getting somewhere! I know from experience that if I stop now, I’ll loose my momentum. And that’s how I know I’ve entered my hibernation stage. I live, breathe, and sleep words. Then one day, out of the blue, it starts fading away. The perfectionist in me wants to rip it apart again, start anew, and have a go at it one more time, but it’s futile. I can feel it in my bones, in the darkest chambers of my marrow, that for now, at this point in time, I’m done.
And so I move on to the next chapter, and the whole process repeats itself, again, again, and again. So no. I’m never done done. I’m just less unfinished.