Chess has this in common with making poetry; that the desire for it comes upon the amateur in gusts.
A. A. MilneSo - here I am in the dark alone, There's nobody here to see; I think to myself, I play to myself, And nobody knows what I say to myself; Here I am in the dark alone, What is it going to be? I can think whatever I like to think, I can play whatever I like to play, I can laugh whatever I like to laugh, There's nobody here but me.
A. A. MilneWhen carrying a jar of honey to give to a friend for his birthday, don't stop and eat it along the way.
A. A. Milne