No one can write a perfect novel. No one ever will. Perfection is an idea– that has nothing to do with real life. It is a complete fantasy.
It also causes writer’s block.
I think it is critical to accept there is no such thing as perfection. Despite what Plato or Aquinas thought.
If we all accepted that we would all be more comfortable. As it is now, neither political party will admit making any mistakes– ever. It leads to deadlock.
No family can live happily without realizing that we all are fallible human beings. It makes forgiveness possible. Homes that have perfectionist parents produce very fucked up kids. Me included. All three sons alcoholic, divorced and one committed suicide. So did our father and my mother drank herself to death. How perfect was all of that? But a B in high school was unacceptable.
To write is to write badly at times. One good piece of advice– intentionally write a lousy story or poem. Write a dreadful piece of music. Paint something awful. Practice mediocrity. It will save your writing. It might save your life.