Three edits ago I decided that this latest edit of Spawn Of Kongomato would be the last.
I'd successfully annihilated all grammatical and punctuation mistakes – although a few will slip through. I’ve never read a book in my life without at least three. All plot holes are firmly sealed and all pointless words put up against the literary wall and shot - if you catch my drift.
Yet then I thought: if I could just change that to this, and alter that bit slightly, and on and on until I did it again.
Now, three edits later, I think I’ve gone far enough even though I know that if I just change a little part of chapter X and maybe shorten chapter Y then...
When is enough, enough?
I’ve heard painters say that the hardest part of producing a picture is knowing when to stop. I used to love an imported US programme on TV featuring a man who painted the most marvellous pictures before us. His work was astounding but I always felt that he should have stopped a lot earlier than he did.
But that is the paradox. When should we stop? While I’m moderately happy with it as it stands, I know that I’ll never be thrilled. That doesn’t mean I’m publishing second best but simply that I know I can’t make it any better.
Is that the same thing?