How can you be a recluse in a house full of children, even if you had the inclination to be, which I don't?

I hate wasting people's time.

I depleted myself to the point where I had nothing left.

I've been very lucky.

I'm not really a storyteller myself - I tend to get all tangled up when I try and tell stories.

I broke things to get attention.

I suppose that anyone who does any kind of creative work some time in their life - especially as you grow into middle age! - you come to a time where you really question more and more frequently, whether you have anything else to offer. And at its worst, you feel utterly bereft of whatever creative force it takes to do that work.