My uncle, on finding me tucked into an upstairs bedroom: “Why are you working? It’s a party!”
Me (out loud): I know, but I’m on a deadline.
(I WAS on a deadline — I have workshop tomorrow, and I needed to get these revisions in today so my people have time to read them and prep feedback for me…
…but also, I didn’t want to say out loud that four parties in four days is kind of a lot, and spending 3 hours sitting at a desk working on my screenplay was very satisfying and QUIET and just what I needed.)
Later, my nephew Tagore finds me at the computer again: “Why do you work so much?”
I do not answer, “Because I’m a workaholic,” although that is probably true. I do say, “Because my work is fun, and I like doing it,” which is also true. At least some of the time. 
Revised opening to screenplay.
It may stay, it may not. We shall see. But I’d love to see this scene filmed someday…