Perfection

Today, I wrote with absolute perfection . . .for one paragraph. The rest is good, wonderful, and maybe to a reader, the insane perfection will be imperceptible, but in my new novel, RUSH, about an adrenaline junkie who fights wildfire in CA, there is one absolutely perfect paragraph. The words, the rhythm--if you reach it and you aren't lost in the story (which would be tragic), you will marvel. I guarantee it.

It's an awesome thing to write a perfect paragraph. Jane Austen claimed she wrote perfect novels, that not one word could be removed, and not one added. Whether or not that's true, just imagine how that would feel. To actually believe you had written a perfect novel. Wow! The high! My one paragraph turns a bad writing day into Dairy Queen time. Poor Jane must've been near immobile with ecstasy.

I thought about sharing my perfection here, on a blog where everyone visits but nobody comments (I had to write that), but then I thought no, I will hold a contest next year. The person who locates my perfect paragraph will . . .oh, I don't know. I have months to figure that out.

But it's a happy day. Jane, eat your heart out! (What a grizzly phrase that is. Where did that come from?)