It happens to all of us.
You have finally finished writing something. You put your life-blood into it. It is your baby. Your precious baby.
Only, it isn’t so precious. Once you start looking at it analytically, you realize that it needs more work. And the longer you look, the more work you think it needs. Suddenly, that precious baby is this ugly monster that you’re responsible for.
Don’t fret, Dr. Frankenstein, I’m here to help.