Your fingers fly over the keyboard in rapid succession as you type away at your new novel, something you've been working on for weeks now. A stack of papers sits adjacent to you, the product of your hard work these past few days that you've spent shut in the castle. Despite all the efforts of your friends to get you out of your comfort zone, you politely refused in favor of the blissful solitariness that came with being a reclusive writer. And a seasoned one at that. 