Friday 4 February 2011

Write: Feb 3rd - coffee shops and counting

I didn't write anything substantial. It often happens that I find myself unappealed to what the world is offering by way of inspiration and so, I don't write as much as I want to.

I sat in a coffee shop hoping for something to push me into action, perhaps someone with an interesting look having some form of argument with someone they know.

Something I didn't realise about the road outside said coffee shop, people walk fast. I had 3 possibly directions by which people could appear. And so I started a tally. In just FIVE minutes, I counted ONE HUNDRED people passing by...and those were only the ones I caught. There was probably another twenty five per cent on top of that.

So I sat back and I watched and I wondered if I'd probably been witness to about a thousand people going about their day. Now in a town of about two hundred and fifty thousand, that's quite a proportion to be able to see in only three hundred seconds.

So I made a few scribbled notes about a couple of people who caught my eye - like man with backpack right up against shoulders and black bob hat with a brim, he looked like one of the less well functioning members of society. Perhaps that's a judgement, an unfair one at that, but I went there looking for inspiration as to what people do and say on an average day walking past a coffee shop in the centre of Bolton.

Read: Feb 3rd - The Postmistress

I tried to read my book yesterday on a bus full of passengers. It was hard. Two women were gas bagging behind me, making the task rather difficult. In the end, after the Police and Greater Manchester Passenger Transport Executive (GMPTE to us locals) had hopped on to check tickets, I gave up.

I did look at that third book from the Richard and Judy book club, but it didn't appeal enough for me to actually spend £4 on it.

Have to admit, I didn't do an awful lot of complete fiction reading, but that's okay as I did read some blogs and also twitter! Though the grammar and such in 140 characters is shocking, so hardly the most inspiring thing in the world.