I’m talking about a poem or a novel here as a point of reference, but you can add some of your own perspectives, say as a painter or carpenter or gardener or cook.
- You have nothing more to say.
- You’re tired of the subject. So you close the cover, in effect.
- The previous revision was better. So you stop while you’re still ahead or don’t further overcook it.
- You’ve run out of time, like coming to the end of a vacation. Or something’s more pressing.
- You’re on deadline and it’s due. (Remember, I worked in newsrooms.)
- You perform it in public and there’s no squirming or coughing in the audience.
- It gets published. A literary quarterly is nice but a book’s even better.
- The critics are kind. Though that can make you question their standards.
- You arrive at your destination. You know how the story ends, for one thing.
- The kids grow up and move away. Or maybe you do.