Exactly the title. Most people bring out a book or newspaper when travelling via tube. I've started whipping out my notebook to scribble something when the mood strikes. Usually it will be a continuation of a larger scene in a story created on my laptop at home, so I'll just begin at a seemingly random spot in the plot.
It's great to simply pick it up like that, but what I find hilarious is people's reaction to it. They eye me warily before deciding that yes, I'm human (cough) and returning to their reading text of choice.
Only their attention is never completely diverted away from me. I catch their eyes flickering back to me and my conspicuously pink notebook, actually reading over my shoulder at times. It's a bit disconcerting but mostly I find it funny, since they have no clue about the ideas behind what I'm writing, so they're all very confused commuters.
Once I had a woman actually smile at me as I snapped the notebook shut in anticipation of my stop. She'd been watching me write from London Bridge to King's Cross, and seemed in an altogether exceedingly good mood. The flowers in her hands suggested she had someone in her life who cared about her.
I couldn't help but smile back. I'm a writer, not a grump.
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You'd never guess these commuters
were such a nosey bunch.
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