“My work is awfully labored just now. Sometimes it has the most wondrous life of its own, it fairly pulls me along – rather like wind surfing! At other times, it drags and mopes, so that I despair of ever writing another word or drawing another picture. I’ve found that if one keeps pushing along during the mopes, out will flash the most exhilarating thought or idea – a way of doing something that I had never seen before – and then, one is off again, and hold on to your hat!”
