As any writer will tell you, being interrupted while obviously deep in thought goes well beyond "annoying." Even I, an extrovert's extrovert, find these occasional disturbances incredibly irritating.
In truth, once I have managed to dislodge myself from my quiet, creative bubble, I am ever so happy to see you, but it's rather a large initial shock at first as my mind struggles to refocus ... on you.
And even while we converse, or I address whatever it was that you interrupted me about, those ideas and phrases that had enveloped my entire sphere continue to spin at the very edges of you and I.
Replying, "Yes, I'd love more coffee," is enough to confound my thought processes for at least the next several minutes, and it is why I am ever in search of some far corner in a less than popular cafe.
My husband is keenly aware of my quirk. When he sees me staring fixedly into nothing at all, he softly asks, "Jan ... are you writing a poem?" I'll reply, "...uh huh ..." If he can, he'll let it go at that.
Being a fine artist, himself, he gets it. But, as I have noted in previous blogs, not everyone does, which is why I applaud the slogan on that mug. It's humorous, it's succinct, and
... it's probably true.