There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom others when it is a bitter tonic and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.
Being famous as a writer is like being famous in a village. It's not really any very heady fame.
My practicality consists in this in the knowledge that if you beat your head against the wall it is your head which breaks and not the wall - that is my strength my only strength.