You have to be willing to spend time making things for no known reason.

I remember my comic strips being called "new wave." It bugged me.

When you think about it, giving up your real personality is a small price to pay for the richness of living happily ever after with an actual man!

The strips are nearly effortless unless I am really emotionally upset, a wreck.

Then how can you ever know about the beautiful goodness of Mud? How bad it wants to be things. How bad it wants to get on your legs and arms and take your footprints and handprints and how bad it wants you to make it alive! Mud is always ready to play with you. Seriously you should try it!

I found myself compelled, like this weird, shameful compulsion to draw cute animals.

The happy ending is hardly important, though we may be glad its there. The real joy is knowing that if you felt the trouble in the story, your kingdom isnt dead.