While the novel is being written, I try to avoid dressing for outdoors. No one can make you go out if you don't have on shoes. Not even in the south. I wear long velvet robes and soft velvet slippers. I refuse to go out.
All food is brought in.
I eat hamburgers because they are easy to hold with one hand while reading and holding the book with the other hand. In the middle of the night, I read, sometimes on the carpeted floor of the bathroom, just because it's warm. I am wretched. I don't care anymore about being abnormal. Writing is everything.