I was thinking about this recently. A writer friend was telling me how she'd stopped writing for the last few months after the death of her father, and how she was worried that she'd got completely blocked. I was able to reassure her that I too had stopped writing when my father died, but as the shock had diminished, the writing had come back.
We can be so hard on ourselves. We're not machines. Of course we stop writing when our real lives absorb all the energy we'd usually spend on our fictional ones. Our loved ones die, have affairs, lose their jobs, we move house. We fall in love, or out of love, have problems with our children or our children have problems that need us there. Life happens. It takes our emotional energy away from the page.
So I understand what the agent wanted from her writers. Productive people whose lives were settled. But we can't stop life from happening to us. Because then, what would we have to write about?
At last! I've got my finger out and have committed to running some day courses:
Writing a Novel - 31st July in Bath and 18th September in Truro
Getting a Novel Published - 1st August in Bath and 19th September in Truro
Contact me on firstname.lastname@example.org for more info...