My husband gently complained when his life bumped up with my writer life.
-- When I got up in the middle of the night to write down a thought and the light woke him up. (Go back to sleep!)
-- later on when I got up in the middle of the night to type a thought/ scene into my computer, which was 10 feet from where we were sleeping. (Go back to sleep!)
-- when he ran upstairs to tell me something / disaster had happened and I stopped him and refused to listen until I completed the story that had just come to me. (you can't microwave eggs because they burst) (That PB story, much revised, sold a few years later.)