I feel a little weird inviting people to award-nominate a book of mine that I don't think is perfect. It seems like as soon as a I hand a book into the publisher, I start seeing all the things I could have done differently, better. Okay, maybe a week after I hand it in. The flaws rise to the surface -- and of course, once people start reviewing it, even the gentlest criticisms in the most positive of reviews sting like fire. My baby's nose is a little crooked? Her hair is a little thin? How did I not see that before???
Deep breath. No work of art is perfect. It's okay to hope that people love it anyway.
An artist friend of mine says that a perfect work of art would be an affront to the gods.