That’s a pic of my first ever hand cut dovetail joint in a couple bits of offcut doug fir. I used my grandfather’s dovetail saw to do it. By my novitiate’s estimation I can safely say I made a complete mess of it.
I mean look at the gaps. The mismatched sizes on the pins and tails. It’s rubbish.
And I completely love it to death.
I’m sure all you writers out there remember your first ever story that got accepted, and what happened when you got it back from the editor. That initial feeling of dread at the task before you. Then the sense of abject failure followed by thoughts of what you’d like to do to that editor’s little red pen if you ever got your hands on it.
Still with me?
Then reality opens its arms and welcomes you like the prodigal child you are. You open the document a second (maybe third or fourth) time. You look at the comments carefully. You think about each one just long enough for it to sink in.
And then you start typing.