I recently read a book called Becoming A Writer (bit late, you might say, but there’s always room for improvement). There is some great and very practical advice in there, but one suggestion that momentarily made me feel a bit of a fail.
On several occasions in recent memory, I’ve watched with mild irritation while people risk life and limb by walking up the road with their nose in a book.
Ordinarily I’m pro reading in public places. It’s pretty hot, particularly if you’re reading something awesome. Well done those people – I’m sure you know who you are. You’ve got moxie.
However, if you’re walking down Leith Street between 8.30 and 9am (Sheila O’Flanagan reader) or up Broughton Road just after 5pm (Terry Pratchett and Terry Goodkind man) that is a time for LOOKING WHERE YOU ARE GOING. It is BUSY; there are lots of commuters and school children and occasional cyclists or dogs or buggies to negotiate. The fact you can read does not mean they ought to change their path to get around your meandering gait – stop being so bloody rude.