I am a writer. I work on my novel from noon till midnight every day. My Christmas decorations have yet to be packed away. I have no idea what is going on in world news. My upstairs office is littered with notes and discarded pages, and my downstairs office is piled with the same. My husband has been doing the grocery shopping for the last month. I haven't even been outside for three days.
This is not the way Hollywood told me it would be.