You go to a small town to work on your novel. Word spreads aound the small town about the big shot city writer who has just arrived to work on his novel. Everywhere you go, everyone asks you "How's the writing going? Will I be in your story?" So much so, you never are able to finish your first paragraph. This goes on, until you go insane, setting half the town on fire, and being placed in a sanitarium where they will not even allow you to have a pencil. No sharpies, you know. You continue to work on your novel, in your mind.
I wish my brain didn't come up with so many convoluted answers to these corrupt a wish scenarios.