It’s a contest of wills. If you push hard enough and ask the right questions, the story (or whatever you’re trying to create or do) will become tired of resisting you.
It took me a month to revise a story people said was “close” or even “ready”. I wasn’t happy with it. I asked the right questions of the right people, pushed,shoved, and wrestled the story into what I feel it submission readiness. This afternoon, i almost gave up. I started freaking out about my promises to myself to try my best. How could I give up? I couldn’t, not and call myself a writer. If I hit the deadline and the story was awful, it’s one thng not to submit. But to give up? Not in me.
So, yes, I made my deadline, and I’m loving the story.