Three years ago, I started writing a book that was a germ of an idea in my head. The first draft wrote itself practically. It was a skinny book at less than 150 pages. All my research said novels need to be over 200 pages. So, I went back, added backstory, expanded on some sections and the result was a tidy novel. Except it looked the way it was written. Impulsive, patched up and juvenile.
I put it away for a few months. Months turned into years and today it hit me that the story will never get polished and written. So, I decided to acknowledge failure and let it go. As a way of letting it go, I published it on Wattpad warts and all.
It truly feels liberating!