I feel your need for space. I planned a three to four-hour block at my desk. To save time, I stayed home. My son who works, near DC shows up, wants to visit. I don’t see nor hear from but a couple times a month. Grandchild calls grammy to tell us how she loves dance class. She’s Three. The writer’s dilemma, we are in the world but not of it. At least during creative bloodletting.
I don’t need solitude or silence — just no INTERRUPTIONS. Give me a coffee shop, a cup of brew, my laptop, and headphones; I leave my body to explore my imaginations. Thanks for sharing.