If anyone really wants to know what it is like to be a writer and trying to work read the book "Year of Yes" by Shonda Rhimes...
OMG I am flabbergasted that she feels exactly what I feel and right now I am in a strange place, happy but slightly annoyed that someone else out there is aware of my secret strange place where writing hums...and the five mile run to get to it...and how everytime someone opens the fecking door to my room and comes in I have to start running the five miles all over again.  
Then again, and again, and again...id quod plerumque accidit ad infinitum.
I have tried, and tried, and TRIED to be present for my family and my life but everything is so f*cking RANDOM.
I just want dark and quiet for extended periods of time until I want to come out of the gloom and socialise.  Is that asking too much?  Is it?  IS IT?

 My FABULOUS husband doesn't think so.

Scotty "too Hotty" Andrew Giles

If I say bugger off, I don't want to see you, he just goes away.  in fact he won't come back in my room/studio/hobbit-hole again.
 I have to go out to him and everytime I do, he is so happy to see me, he even puts down the game thingy watsit and concentrates on me, fully,  while I rattle off what I've just written like an excited three year old saying her first long sentence.  

Oh stop blathering Olivia, no one is gonna read this anyway, its SECRET LIFE for a reason...