Leisure is a lie. It doesn’t last. Defining life by work and leisure are poles set in place by a broken world. Life is actually built around making and resting.
When you’ve got a good idea, and you’re using it and it’s developing, the temptation is to hold on to it until you can get it completely sorted out and organized for consumption. This is another form of self-glory, one of the lies that steals creativity, because it’s a self-protection mechanism that convinces you about your own hero status. It’s better to publish than to publish perfectly.