I’m a writer. I like to write. Most often, I am out and
about writing. I write on the train, during my commute to the day job. I write
at my local library. I write at the park. I write in coffee shops. I’ve even
written in cemeteries. I’m a mobile writer.
Now generally, when I’m plucking at my keyboard making word
sandwiches happen in my computer, I’m pretty happy. I don’t bother anybody.
However, all too often I’m the one that gets bothered.
I’m not talking about people who ask what I’m writing, about
my brand of laptop, operating systems, colour choices, or the weird expressions
I pull while layering the literary cheese into my fantasy bun. What I am
referring to are the people who read my computer screen.
They could be sitting beside, or behind me. Some take sneaky
little glances that they think I won’t notice. Others full on stare, and read
my word sauce openly. THESE people make me go from happy writer to full on
raging bitch.
In my opinion, there is nothing more irritating when I’m
writing than someone, uninvited, reading my work. The moment I notice, I get so
mad I can’t write anymore. Violent story lines pop into my head, and the
temptation to smack someone with my laptop is high.
Please, for the love of word sandwiches, don’t read over a
writer’s shoulder. Sure, moving objects on a screen can be eye catching, but
recognise it for what it is; someone’s personal work and not your free
entertainment.
Get your own word sandwich; buy a book!
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