Case in point: all of these famous books were written while their authors were in prison, where, one assumes, conditions were not ideal.
The exception of course is the lovely lady in the centre, Miss Jane Austen, who wrote all of her novels in the middle of the sitting room of the crowded cottage she shared with her mother and sister as visitors came and went, came and went, came and went…
(legend has it the parlor door had a squeaky hinge that she deliberately left un-oiled because the creak gave her time to hide her manuscripts from the prying eyes of relatives and visitors)
….which makes me think, if Jane Austen can write while enmeshed in domesticity, so can I*.
And so can you.
Because truly, the conditions for creativity will never be ideal.