I am a perfectionist — in the worst possible way.
It is a wonder that you are seeing this post at all. The truth is I labor over each of them (though it may not seem as if I do) for ages. I agonize over small things, the minutiae, the bits that interest me. I tweak and pull and preen until the piece suits my tastes; as a result, I have a full dozen posts you will likely never see.
It is folly.
I am a perfectionist — in the worst possible way; I would rather put something off than risk being mediocre.