I write instead of doing the housework in the hope that one day it'll pay for a cleaner. I have nothing against the mononotony of mundanity in fact I have been known when in housework trance to experience sudden flashes of inspired thought. But I have to say, this doesn't happen often enough as I'm usually bored silly and wishing I was doing something (anything) else.
The question is, an unkempt house or a happy writer?
Now let me think about that..