For Quantity or for Quality?

This (blog update) is what you resort to when you run out of ideas, or time. Actually it’s time that’s killing the imagination nowadays. I’ve been a perfectionist my entire adult life (can’t recall much of my childhood times), a trait that’s both advantageous and disadvantageous I find. On one hand you strive to produce good quality work. On the other, because you want to produce only good quality work, if you can’t, you’d choose to produce nothing at all. Which is bad for your friggin working life, and so for a long time I’ve been fighting against my perfectionist tendencies. At work, the boss looks for output. If you sit around daydreaming for three days with no output just because you can’t kick-start your friggin inspiration, you’d better have some super excuse up your sleeve. My quest against perfectionism seems to finally be producing some results; I’ve been churning out blog entries more than I care for the quality of ‘em, just to keep up with my ‘New Blogging Strategy’ for example (see previous entry Sep 2007).

But I find that there is a price to pay for this – the birth of practicality and the slow death of the nonsensical. Is this how the child in you begins to disappear, how the practical aspects of life start to replace the imagination, how the fairies and elves start to be replaced by the pretty girls and the parties, how the Orcs start to be replaced by the annoying wife of your boss, how your humour start to give way to sensitivities where you never knew existed? I have no answers.