Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. But one minute you’re flying really high – the paper and the pen and the mindseye are all in tune and you can do no wrong, next minute – whoosh spiralling downwards at a rate of knots. You’ve convinced yourself of your own greatness and then someone comes along and pricks the inflated ideas, then a second and … well, the third then comes from yourself. Shit. Oh well. Back to the drawing board.