Right this moment, I have 18 draft posts ready to publish on this blog. It's the way I am. I decide I want to do something and I do it till it's done. This is how I wrote three and a half books in two and a half years.
Things have to be done, they have to be done perfectly (or as close to it as possible), and they have to be done now. That's the way it is.
I don't mind this aspect of my personality at all. Is it compulsive? Sure. I don't find that a bad word, in certain narrow respects. Why not be compulsive about your positive interests? Suits me fine.
And I've got 18 posts ready to go! Did I already say that?