She becomes obsessed

She becomes obsessed with her words. Wanting them to be perfect because she knows she never can be. They're the closest thing to perfection she'll ever achieve, yet there is so much wrong with them. She enjoys the praise. Loving when she's told they are beautiful, touching... meaningful. But she doesn't see it. Reading it over and over again she frantically looks for a way to improve before she finally hits the publish button feeling like a failure. Because she can't force them into perfection and they're the best thing about her. They have come to define her.