Q: What's worse than being a procrastinator?

A: Also being a perfectionist!

If procrastination and perfectionism sound mutually exclusive to you, think again. Think a procrastinating perfectionist sounds like an oxymoron? Well, allow me to introduce myself. I am Rene' Repp, Esq. putting off perfection 'til tomorrow.

Let's explore the evidence. I have written a total of eight posts for this blog. I know, you may be asking, "Wait, Rene', I'm counting and I only see three measly posts by you; what gives?"

Well, it's true. I've only posted on Harky Tarky three times, but I have five additional posts saved as drafts.

I know, it's a sad and pathetic existence I lead.

So, here's how is happens. I write for a living. It's my job. Five days a week, I wake up and drive for an hour to a job where I read reports and attend meetings about policy, legislation, programs, reform, processes and government. Then I have to translate that into news releases and talking points, Web site content and PowerPoint presentations. These things will be issued to the media, delivered at press conferences, presented before the legislature. They must be clear, concise, simple, accurate.

We start with the cold hard facts; we lead with the most newsworthy information; we assume you won't read to the end. The kind of writing I do is technical, not so much humorous or interesting, per se.

So when I get an idea for a blog post, I get excited and I think here's my chance. I can write about this funny or interesting thing. Maybe people will love it, maybe they'll read it and then they will chuckle. Oh, how they'll chuckle!

Then I start writing, and my technical work brain and my fun loving blogger brain take a quick trip to Fist City. One side wants to write and post, and the other side wants to analyze, edit and revise. So I write and write and then I think, oh this is too long, too boring, not funny. The punctuation is horrid. It's riddled with misspellings. Let me get my Strunk and White, I never can remember the lay/lie rules.

I don't just want this to be adequate. I don't just want this to be good. I want it to be great! It's not descriptive enough, there's no imagery. IT'S NOT PERFECT!

So then, the third monster in my brain chimes in like the serpent in the Garden of Eden. He says, "You know what you should probably do instead of posting this imperfect thing? You should probably, just save it. Take a minute, come back with a fresh set of eyes. Let it stew. You'll be much better equipped to edit this later. Besides, you could probably check online for that thing you saw the other day, or organize your closet; it's a wreck."

And then I get all overwhelmed by my desire to bring you great, perfect, humorous, interesting, well-written content that I give in. I convince myself that it's better to post something later because then I'll have more time to make it just right. And then I decide the Christmas decorations need reorganizing or that I can't wait a minute long to whip up a batch of cupcakes.

Well Internet, I'm ready to turn this ship around. I declare today that I will no longer allow Harky Tarky to suffer because of my condition. I am telling you to expect me to post all five unposted posts within the week. I won't let you down.

Oh, I also redesigned this blog template, and those changes too have yet to be implemented, but you'll have to take that up with Josh. That's his department.

In short, POSTS by Rene that are great if not perfect coming soon to a Harky Tarky near you!