I have decided it isn’t possible to achieve perfection in writing fiction. For one thing, how do you define perfection? I have never yet reached a point in any of my WIPs that I felt nothing needed to be changed.
So maybe that’s because I’m still growing as a writer, but maybe not. Maybe it’s because fiction isn’t like accounting. Mind you accounting can be remarkably malleable. But at least there you can come up with a number that can be defended from all comers. In fiction, the material can be looked at from a different light each time it’s read. Some of the angles a piece is viewed at will have perfect symmetry, meaning, and punctuation *grin*. Some won’t. Same piece, different way of thinking.
But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be trying for perfection. It seems to me the more I work to raise the bar on my efforts, the better they get. If I have to scrap 50,000 or 60,000 words to do it, I do.
Eventually I hit a point where a lot of people like what I’ve done. It isn’t perfection. Chances are I’ll come back to it in a year and make all kinds of changes. But maybe it’s close enough.