Writing is an immersive experience. When I’m in it, I don’t want to talk to anyone, I don’t want to be interrupted by anyone.
My spouse has learned to leave me be for 10 minutes after telling me dinner is ready, because it takes at least that long to come back to reality and interact like a human being again.
My spouse knows it’s not personal, that irritable tone I get when I’m interrupted. She waits patiently for me to come back to earth again.
She is a saint.