My perfectionism is an owl.
A sumo wrestler-sized fowl who roosts on my ‘Delete’ button. I am constantly having to shoo him away from erasing every word that I type…
Particularly, when it’s crap that I write.
Yesterday’s blog is a fine example of such tripe.
The owl hates it.
Abhors it with a hellish passion.
But I refuse to let him plop his feathered butt down and delete it.
The fool rules this roost, not the fowl.