It's evident from the way your eyes narrow in concentration as you type that you were not to be disturbed, and you liked it that way. Any time spent away from your precious typewriter you considered to be a waste of time, a fruitless pursuit of frivolities that would be infinitesimal in the grand scheme of things. No, you would rather spend your days cooped up indoors, where you could write tales of monsters and heroes, of villains and angels, anything that would border the impossible was a welcome distraction from reality, something you were deeply dissatisfied with.