Have you ever read a book, watched a video or examined an art piece, completely enthralled, knowing in that one instant you’ve experienced perfection? It’s exactly how I felt when I watched this video the first time. All I could do was lean back in my office chair in awe of the beauty these Chinese acrobats were creating with their bodies. Perfection. I was so bemused by my visceral response to
this unique interpretation of “Swan Lake” I couldn’t help but share it with you today.
Perfection. It’s what I strive for when I’m working on one of my novels. I’m not saying every word that drips off my fingertips to the keyboard must be rimmed with gold. I don’t need the angels to weep for the beauty of my prose. Actually, these kinds of expectations stand in my way if I’m never satisfied with what I’ve written. No. What I strive to create is that moment I feel a sense of completion when one sentence, or one paragraph, a scene captures the vision in my head. It’s when I finish a scene and know, know, I can tweak and tweak and never recapture it just that way again.
I have no illusions I’ll ever achieve true perfection in my novels. There will always be a different word I can use, another phrase. My heroes can be hunkier, my heroines more sympathetic. But, if I’m lucky, there will be one moment in time when one of my readers will sit back and sigh in awe at something I’ve written. It doesn’t have to be because I wrote the perfect story or the perfect hero, or even the perfect murder. I’ll settle for a single line. And another. Then another.
Because, someday I want someone to turn back the page and reread what I wrote just for the pure pleasure of it. That is the day I’ll achieve perfection.
Until the next time.