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		By: Judith		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 13:40:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I sympathize with perfectionism, believe me.  I&#039;m also blessed with that questionable gift.  High standards are the only way we can stretch toward our work&#039;s greatest realization.  But that elusive search for perfection can leave really wonderful work languishing in a drawer or notebook or on our computer, forever hidden by our own self-doubt and uncertainty.  It&#039;s so difficult to know when enough is enough.  Sometimes we over-write, whittling away our brief brush with brilliance until it&#039;s chipped, tarnished and disfigured.  Part of the craft is sensing that balance.  I&#039;m still working at it, as I know you are, Sandra.  I hope your cousin will find some comfort in realizing that, for most of us, a work is never done.  We just have to find the strength to let it go.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I sympathize with perfectionism, believe me.  I&#8217;m also blessed with that questionable gift.  High standards are the only way we can stretch toward our work&#8217;s greatest realization.  But that elusive search for perfection can leave really wonderful work languishing in a drawer or notebook or on our computer, forever hidden by our own self-doubt and uncertainty.  It&#8217;s so difficult to know when enough is enough.  Sometimes we over-write, whittling away our brief brush with brilliance until it&#8217;s chipped, tarnished and disfigured.  Part of the craft is sensing that balance.  I&#8217;m still working at it, as I know you are, Sandra.  I hope your cousin will find some comfort in realizing that, for most of us, a work is never done.  We just have to find the strength to let it go.</p>
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		By: Sandra		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 16:07:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Thank you for telling me about &quot;Control+&quot;! It&#039;s fabulous being able to make the font bigger so I can luxuriate in your words. I loved the Michener essay so much that I&#039;m printing it out and giving it to my step-daughter who is off to college this fall.
I&#039;m also going to send a link to this blog post to my cousin, a perfectionist of a poet who is never satisfied that any poem of his is &quot;finished&quot;. This persistence thing is painful but I shall not whine about it lest you run to fetch your crying towel.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for telling me about &#8220;Control+&#8221;! It&#8217;s fabulous being able to make the font bigger so I can luxuriate in your words. I loved the Michener essay so much that I&#8217;m printing it out and giving it to my step-daughter who is off to college this fall.<br />
I&#8217;m also going to send a link to this blog post to my cousin, a perfectionist of a poet who is never satisfied that any poem of his is &#8220;finished&#8221;. This persistence thing is painful but I shall not whine about it lest you run to fetch your crying towel.</p>
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