[I]f the question of perfection means wading through hell and back for some minuscule attempt to be better than you already are, because I love what I do, I see nothing wrong in that. I guess that’s what passion is about.
The desire to make something not just good, but perfect — especially when it comes to more esoteric pursuits, like composing music, or writing — is one which can become consuming to the point of stagnation. On the other hand, without that constant striving towards betterment and perfection, improvement, both particular and in the whole, is impossible. The easy thing would be to say “just strike a balance.”
This is complete bunk.
How about we agree that you should keep improving a work until the deadline or satisfaction, whichever comes first?