Work or write, write or work.

The contrast between the last two days at work, and the previous ten days devoted to nothing but writing, couldn't be more stark.

It's very very clear why I couldn't write for so many years.  One, I'm exhausted and two, why even get started if I'm just going to be interrupted?

I was telling Linda this, and she said it's the same way with her.  (And she loves people -- I sometimes love some people...)

I'm not going to even think about writing for a week or two.  Try to clear away the cobwebs and doubts and come back fresh.