Sadly, this seems to be a genetic fault, transferred directly down the Isaac bloodline. My daughter has it (and oh, won't that make for a fun time in those teenage years) and my eldest brother definitely suffers from it. In fact he once called me whilst holidaying with friends in Scotland so I could look up his latest offering on the Scrabble board as no-one believed it to be a real word. It was, but, as I said (so wisely, I felt) at the time "NIck you can be right, or you can be popular, but you can't be both". And do you know what - I was right (which felt good, of course).
Anyway, this need to be right is being tested at the moment because I am in the midst of trying out lots of children's projects for my book. Some I have done many times, but others I have simply planned in my head and on paper. This means that one or two, when tested, just won't come right. In particular my (if I might say) genius idea for a miniature knot garden has been abandoned because the seeds weren't quite as sure about it as I was.
Then again, sometimes the plans come to fruition. Our rainbow cutting garden took a great deal of planning to find the right bulbs with the right colours that would come out at the right time. Then it was a matter of planting up, waiting and hoping.
But look! It worked. And you know what that means don't you?
Yes - I was right (but not necessarily popular...)