“But words came halting forth, wanting Invention’s stay;
Invention, Nature’s child, fled step-dame
Study’s blows†
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite,
‘Fool,’said my muse to me; ‘look in thy heart, and write.”

Shute, Nevil originally Nevil Shute Norway

Thus, I escape with the cliché; a picture paints a thousand words…