Have you ever tried writing on a bus?

It’s amazing how quickly you discover the imperfections of road makers.

As odd as that sounds, a recent trip on a bus, actually earlier today, in fact, got me thinking about just how bad some of our roads really are.

As any writer will tell you, that half an hour or so on the trip to work or home, is just waiting for a few lines to be written, on your phone, or on your tablet.  I venture to suggest a laptop computer just might be a little difficult, and prone to stray eyes from the people sitting or standing near you.

And the tightness of the space available to you.  I know, I’ve tried.

But, if you’re not in the mood to research, I did a little of that too, by the way, the desire to write is tempered by the movement of the bus and your ability to type coherent words on a small keyboard in a very large, rocking, metal thing.

I have to say I have a large streak of jealousy for those people who can hammer out large texts to their friends while riding the bus, and in the most awkward of conditions, using both thumbs, and carrying 26 bags of groceries and dry cleaning, as well as having a full on political discussion with the person sitting/standing next to them.

Even when the bus hits a pothole, does a sudden lurch that sents the unsuspecting sprawling.

With my interactive word completer turned on, it is astonishing what words finish up in my small attempt at writing as my fingers fail to find the right letters, and creates what only could be described as the ramblings of a madman.

Perhaps I might have better luck tomorrow.

 

 

One thought on “Have you ever tried writing on a bus?

  1. I was really smiling while I read this.
    It brought a funny smile or almost a laugh on my face this Christmas morning as I pictured it.

    It actually reminds me of a time in 2017/18 I was on a short travel in a bus. I was drawn to the beautiful passing scenery of the country side : hills ,forests and people. A part I had not threaded before then but only heard from people’s stories.
    I pulled out a pen and pepper from my bag and scribbled some lines about the thoughts in my head that couldn’t wait for later, the few lines that I developed after that day; on a bumpy and rough road that turned my writings to that of a young school girl learning writing in school.
    I wouldn’t forget the prying eyes of those seating beside and behind me in the bus. I didn’t mind but focused on writing my stuff before I lost the thoughts.

    It was actually the first bus scribbles that led to my first travel writing…

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