It's white outside!?

But hang on, isn't it March?? I had been looking forward to attempting a day of quiet contemplation before the Easter holidays and my daughter would need my attentions but, it seems, Mother nature has other idea's.
Instead of blooming daffodils and purple crocus, all I see is thick, white snow. So deep I can hardly see my car! My husband attempted to go to work at some unearthly hour this morning and got stuck, trudging home, freezing and crawled back into bed brrrrr! Well, that wasn't so bad!!
But here it is - I have very little chance of getting any writing done for two weeks and I have a bursting head of idea's. I am chomping at the bit to begin writing more of my third novel 'Where River's Meet' and I'm sure I'll find snatches of moments, but it's not the same is it?
When the juices flow and I can't type fast enough for the images in my head and then...MUM I NEED YOU...!
My husband, Martin, laughs as I type that i would have had a quiet day - he's right of course. I can't sit still knowing there are things to be done! But, that's not to say I wouldn't have 'tried'!
I wonder if other writers are the same as me? Do they yearn to find some quiet place and write, write, write and feel the excitement build as the story, sitting so long in the head is unleashed onto the screen (or paper) and is finally there for your eyes to see??
Freya's Child