Richard Bach, Illusions, quote 2

I do not enjoy writing at all. If I can turn my back on an idea, out there in the dark, if I can avoid opening the door to it, I won’t even reach for a pencil.

But once in a while there’s a great dynamite burst of flying glass and brick and splinters through the front wall and somebody stalks over the rubble, siezes me by the throat an dgently says, ‘I will not let you go until you set me in words on paper.’ That’s how I met ‘Illusion’.