Or, to put it another way:

The writer Andrei Sinyavksy (above) was imprisoned for seven years, for annoying the government of Soviet Russia.

While sawing wood, loading timber and carting sawdust, and while living in a cold, stinking barracks, he wrote, ostensibly as letters to his wife, which of course had to pass through the censor, not just one book but three.

Three books! Secretly! While imprisoned in a labour camp!

If he could do that, I think you can probably manage to write a few diverting bits and bobs while the coronavirus keeps you at home.