I get interrupted a lot at work—today I decided to time it and it’s not half as bad as I thought. On average, I get bothered every four minutes. Put my head down, read a page for a while then always in the middle of a paragraph, a sentence, a thought someone appears at my desk talking to me. It’s not really my job to be talked to, or talk, so it makes fitting in the work itself a bit harder. Sometimes people stand in the door of my office, hovering, and I don’t notice them until they make a sound. Other times they come in gabbing. They want me to help with things, or answer questions, and seeing as I am so easily distracted I have a hard time remembering where I was before the interruption. Sometimes I read the same paragraph three times with no apparent memory of having read it. But four whole minutes between interruptions! Just imagine all that can be accomplished in four minutes. I could be feigning copyediting page proofs for work and as I move my red pencil along the lines I could come up with a brilliant idea for the Next Great American Novel. Or short story. Or sentence. I’m not picky.