In looking back, I find that my writing, while it improved, showed signs of stress, a rushed style I had never intended. My voice as an author was too passive, the result of writing too fast and not being present in the moment. Characters arcs wavered. Plot holes remained agape.
A more concise and helpful bit of guidance to my fellow perfectionists-in-recovery is that we all have a finite bank of time, energy and focus in our lives. Trying to ram in more practice or tasks into any hour-long block or hurried afternoon may produce results — for a while. But how long can any of us keep up such frenetic production and pace?