I tried banana bread in my automatic bread-maker this morning. I found a recipe on the internet, followed the instructions to the letter...until the part where I had to tell my machine to skip the kneading and rising functions.
There's a lesson here for us writers. Especially those of us struggling through revisions at the moment. Our impulse is to beat the words to death, to knead them, sit on them, stir them up endlessly in the pursuit of excellence. Yet, sometimes they just need to be mixed up a bit and slipped gently into the oven. Every writer I know has re-written a book to death, or at least within an inch of its life. Not always to the best results.
It's fear, I think. Fear we don't have the talent we used to (or weren't sure we had in the first place). We can't bring ourselves to trust the process, God's gift of words, and the strength of the story. So, if you are an aspiring writer and you can't stop kneading your story today, or there's something you can't bring yourself to turn in to that editor, contest, or crit partner, learn from my bread-maker: Go. Back off, step back, and realize that it might just be done and ready to bake.
Like Arthur William Radford said, "half of art is knowing when to stop."
As for the banana bread? Give me a few hours and I'll let you know.