In search of perfectionism
“If I waited for perfection... I would never write a word.”
– Margaret Atwood
I was gifted a copy of Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood when I was about eighteen, by a then-girlfriend.
I started to read it, enjoyed it, but at eighteen clearly had much better things to do. (I absolutely did not.)
So, as with many things, I told myself I'd come back to it later, I had all the time in the world.
The same has been true of this very post.
Instead of actually writing, I convinced myself I just needed;
- to find the perfect CMS I've tried Wordpress and Drupal and found them both massively cumbersome and creaky.
- the perfect static site generator I've lost entire weekends to 11ty and Jekyll trying to design the perfect site, only to lose interest before ever publishing anything
- the perfect publishing platform Substack, Ghost, Blogger... just eh.
Every system demanded perfection in a slightly different way.
So the writing never started.
Here's to embracing imp,erfection. (on my part)
– c.