Perfectionism is the enemy of productivity. Thus, you get a hummingbird moth post.

This is a hummingbird moth. Well, to be accurate, it’s a snowberry clearwing moth (Hemaris diffinis) which looks more like a very large bumblebee than a hummingbird.

Before I muse on my encounter with this insect, though, I want to explain the title of this post.

The Blog ~

Lately, I’ve been pretty consistent about adding a quick, nightly snippet to my Facebook page, even as I’ve let this blog mostly languish. Almost every evening, I think: This could be expanded into a full post. Then I decide that whatever I’m writing about isn’t quite right for the blog. It’s not creepy enough. Or clever enough. Or well-researched enough. Sometimes my thought is simply: No. I’m too tired to put that much time into writing tonight.

I write slow. Every line of text that makes it to the page has been rewritten a half-dozen times. (Curse the convenience of the backspace button.) Here’s a confession: those “quick” Facebook snippets of mine actually require an hour or more. Mostly because there’s always a slightly better way to express a thought.

Then there are the projects for the blog that never seen to come to completion – I’m embroiled in at least three which I intend to write about … as soon as I finish them.

An example? Back on April 17th, I set myself the task of reviewing, sorting and categorizing films based on the works of Stephen King. There’s a hell of a lot of them, however, and I’m having a problem figuring out where to draw the line. Do made-for-TV movies count? Well, they have to, thanks to The Stand, It and Bag of Bones – all of which I have strong opinions about. And what about the short films?

The Paranormal ~

When my daughter, Pooka, was home for a visit, she accidentally reminded me of what I meant to do back when I started this blog. Somehow – perhaps because I’ve since watched too many ghost hunter shows – I had become fixated on finding a reputedly haunted location to investigate in the customary manner, but that is not what I set out to do. In fact, I wanted to do the reverse – I wanted to closely observe places that inspire in me a sense of mystery, melancholy or dread, and write about that experience. The gadgets and tools were meant to be secondary, a way to quantify any phenomena (natural or supernatural) that contribute to an evocative atmosphere. It took my daughter’s insight to show me that I had gotten caught up in a strange set of ghost hunter rules that I felt ill-equipped to abide by. She helped me remember that I have always been less concerned with finding a ghost than with exploring the sensation of being haunted.

The Book ~

I haven’t been writing it. I haven’t been editing it. I haven’t even read any of it in more than a month. I can hardly remember what it felt like to really work with it. I know there were weeks at a time when I wrote fast and hard – come hell or typographical errors – while generating the bulk of my novel. Forcing myself forward felt awful, but pages chugged out of the printer and the manuscript stack thickened every day. Then I started editing the draft, even though I hadn’t finished writing the story. I think that’s when I first veered off the path.

The Whining ~

To be fair to myself, I did okay for a while even after I switched to editing. Then my life blew up (for the fifth or sixth time in the last four years) and I lost sight of the path entirely. But I digress.

The Solution ~

It’s time to renew my battle with perfectionism. I have to start writing again – not editing, writing. I don’t know exactly what that means yet, but I suspect that letting the blog posts come when they want to is part of it … even when my inner critic says, “No, that topic is not right enough.”

The Moth ~

Which brings me back to the hummingbird moth.

My children and I were visiting the nature center in my new hometown. It has the most amazing play area any of us has ever seen – in this case, a photograph will illustrate better than words:

Yes, there are manufactured caves and rocks to climb on. That muddy patch in the foreground hints at the center’s most brilliant feature: an artificial stream that allows children to slap a rock to make water gush forth and run along the bed. On this day, there were only a couple of preschoolers playing, so the stream wasn’t very full … until my children arrived. (They are 16 and 26, by the way.) They not only filled that stream, they also diverted its flow with a dam. (No, they did not interfere with the little ones; they used the empty end of the stream and dismantled the dam when they were done.)

As I watched them play, I saw ghosts of their child-selves in my mind. She’s always been the doer; he’s always been the observer.

Then we noticed an insect – something that looked like a giant bee – buzzing in a nearby flower patch. It didn’t take us long to rule out every species any of us had ever seen. We marveled. We snapped pictures. We moved on.

Later, after we used the internet to identify the insect as a hummingbird moth, and after everyone had gone to bed, I sat on the deck in the dark, listening to a lone alien amphibian calling from the pond below me. (I can identify at least six frogs and toads by their calls. This call was similar to an American Toad but different. Perhaps it was just a particularly large specimen, or one that had some sort of mutation.)

I’ve lived in Minnesota all my life, and spent countless hours outdoors. I’ve grown whole gardens to attract wildlife to observe. I’ve done nature studies in swamps, forests and meadows. I consider myself pretty well-informed about the native fauna of my region. How is it possible, then, that I encountered two unknown (to me) species, in one day, when I wasn’t even looking for them?

Granted, moths and toads are small creatures, which can easily escape notice. But they make me wonder what else is out there that I don’t know about. I keep thinking that all of my outdoor time has been spent in, or very near, well-settled areas.

Suddenly I find myself reconsidering what might be lurking in the Northern Minnesota woods.

*”In Minnesota there are approximately 16.3 million acres of forest land, of which 14.9 million acres are classified as “timberland” or lands capable of producing timber. A geographical depiction of forest land location can be seen on the map. An additional 960,000 acres are not included in productive timberland due to their inclusion in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness or other reserved land category.”

*Source: USDA Forest Service

8 Comments on “Perfectionism is the enemy of productivity. Thus, you get a hummingbird moth post.”

  1. Hunter Shea says:

    Great post. I’m so intrigued by the way your mind works. 🙂 You know, Hemingway struggled daily crafting the perfect sentence. Being a perfectionist when it comes to writing can easily lead to paralysis. You need to plow on, learn when to say ‘you know what, this is good!” and most of all, finish your story or book. Then reward yourself!

    • Of course you like the way my mind works, Hunter – it’s been programmed the same as yours 🙂 Seriously, though, I know – I’ve always struggled with perfectionism but just lately it’s been horrible. I’m refusing to use the back-button tonight. That’s a step in the right directions isn’t it?

      Yes, that accidental and unnecessary ‘s’ in ‘directions’ IS killing me. And now I’m typing more slowly, so as to avoid another typo. Arrrgh.

  2. isthisthemiddle says:

    Your post resonated with me. I’m reading “The Gifts of Imperfection” by Brene Brown, first of all. Then with your mention of Minnesota north woods, I’ve read a bunch of novels that take place there including one called “Boundary Waters.” And I have seen one of those moths– they are such cool creatures.
    Good luck with all of your writing!

    • Sounds like another couple of books I really need to add to my reading list.

      Now that I know it was a moth, I am even more intrigued by it – I could have been less fearful of getting super-stung, and more concerned with getting a really good look at it.

      I’ve been following along with your writing and networking, thanks to Facebook. You’re doing really well 🙂

  3. I’ve never even heard of a hummingbird moth before. Sure enough, it looks like a hummingbird…AND a moth. Aptly named, no doubt.

  4. Ray Yanek says:


    I’ve read all these blogs before and I’ve been meaning to come back and leave a few comments for awhile now, but life always intrudes…

    Anyway, I am so glad you’ve decided to spend more time with this blog, because I’ve loved (seriously, I mean ‘loved’) every post since. I love the premise, the content, the topics, and the voice. And I really hope I have the opportunity to read much more.

    Also, I fairly knew at blogging and have run into many snags along the way and I’m learning a lot about some of the weaknesses my own blog has by reading yours. This post was especially helpful and I really feel like it’s something I could have written myself!

    Again, you’re doing a really fine job here. Where I live, a state or two over from you, it’s cold, gray, and rainy and this blog is the perfect read for day like today! Thank you

    • Thank you so much for this comment, Ray. Right now I’m sort of reeling because I’m training for a new job and the hours are all over the place. It was awesome to come in to WordPress today and find reinforcement for the idea that the blog writing must continue at decent intervals.

      I still feel new to blogging too – most of the folks I read say the same thing. Maybe that’s the nature of blogging. I think it’s because all of the content is an immediate reflection of what we’re doing with our writing right NOW. If that is true, then I suspect the key is to cultivate authenticity. These blog personas we develop are deliberately created, polished versions of ourselves. I don’t think we go far wrong if we make sure that we remain true to our cores.

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