Like me, many of you have a list of things that you check before leaving home: gas off, lights off, door locked and car keys if you’re driving, I urge you to add notebooks, biros and novels to your list. Just because those items have been in your bag forever, don’t assume it will always be so. Things happen.
I left home without my notepad and novel today. I know that it’s every writer’s nightmare so I won’t bore anyone with the details of why it happened or the extreme stress that I felt when I sat on the bus and reached for my book. I will say, though, that although the ride took only 20 minutes, it seemed like hours before I arrived at my destination.
For the first time in more years than I care to remember, I was left to my own devices. Scary thoughts intruded; worries that usually don’t turn up till the witching hour when everyone else is asleep. There was nothing for me to do to fight it but to check out my fellow passengers and think about the article that I was going to write about the event.
The woman sitting next to me was reading a hard copy book, (‘Blackout’ by Connie Willis) but the rest were staring out the window, alone with their thoughts and seemingly unconcerned. Whenever I’m out and about on public transport I will usually see at least a couple of people tapping on their iPhones. Today, all was silence. Perhaps today’s mob have found a different way to suppress their unwanted thoughts. Then again given how many people are usually immersed in their electronic gadgets: playing games, sending texts and making calls, perhaps my fellow passangers were the exception. Something I won’t have to worry about the next time round because I would be too busy reading or writing to notice.
When I arrived at my destination the first two things I did was to prepare for the tirp home. I bought a hard copy notebook and a novel.