tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33369112.post5480569644385482696..comments2023-10-20T13:36:38.807+05:30Comments on Scribbly Katia: A book about readingKatiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423190518569699882noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33369112.post-22216505162047216662010-02-28T20:00:54.023+05:302010-02-28T20:00:54.023+05:30Hey, Paula. Yes, it's a great, great book. Act...Hey, Paula. Yes, it's a great, great book. Actually, it's been a long time since I first read it. Should get it out again :) Thanks for visiting.Katiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01423190518569699882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33369112.post-3452081715021494602010-02-28T18:37:54.536+05:302010-02-28T18:37:54.536+05:30Hi Katia,
This book is my all time favorite book ...Hi Katia,<br /><br />This book is my all time favorite book for writers!!!<br /><br />PaulaPaulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00452401401599690217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33369112.post-21993356048454937332007-07-03T21:41:00.000+05:302007-07-03T21:41:00.000+05:30Yes, that is funny, Rilla. To this day, I need so ...Yes, that is funny, Rilla. To this day, I need so much silence. I mean, I need it the way I need food. Actually, I easily forget about eating if I'm absorbed in a book or in my writing, but even if I want to, my mind - and sanity - never let me forget how much I need silence. Go explain that to two rambunctious and hyperenergetic little girls. Or my equally rambunctious and hyperenergetic husband for that matter. No use. I've tried. They hear me, they keep quiet two mns, maybe even as long as 5 mns, and then, they forget. :)Katiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01423190518569699882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33369112.post-57548626830220332182007-07-03T20:09:00.000+05:302007-07-03T20:09:00.000+05:30That's so funny, Katia. When Daddy would come to p...That's so funny, Katia. When Daddy would come to pick me up from boarding school he'd be so excited. I was too of course, so he couldn't figure out why I spent the entire 12-hr train journey staring out the window in utter silence.rilla jaggiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259015787424108654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33369112.post-78158048204175739002007-07-03T10:54:00.000+05:302007-07-03T10:54:00.000+05:30She probably knew what you'd end up doing... As fo...She probably knew what you'd end up doing... As for there being too much to see out the window, that's certainly true in India. That said, I do like to let my mind wander while watching the world go by outside the car window. But after a while, especially if you're going through Suburban America or on the freeway in Europe, it gets really boring. Reminds me of an anecdote: on our first trip with my not-yet-husband, we had an argument because we drove days throughout Spain and he couldn't understand how I could just spend hours without saying a word. He wanted me to talk to him, or rather, he wanted us to talk to each other. I was really taken aback. :)Katiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01423190518569699882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33369112.post-26501671981284251632007-07-03T10:40:00.000+05:302007-07-03T10:40:00.000+05:30How funny, my mom never let me read in a moving ca...How funny, my mom never let me read in a moving car, and the habit's stuck. Trains yes, planes yes, but cars...there's too much to see out the window anyway and besides, I'm lousy at balancing a book on the steering wheel ;)rilla jaggiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259015787424108654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33369112.post-16613627784223428092007-07-03T09:35:00.000+05:302007-07-03T09:35:00.000+05:30Rilla, I did all these things, too. I read everywh...Rilla, I did all these things, too. I read everywhere. EXCEPT in cars, which I continue to find exasperating : to this day, I can't read in a moving machine - except trains, sometimes, but not always, and planes - because I get sick. What a waste of perfectly good reading time.Katiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01423190518569699882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33369112.post-28000810747256505572007-06-30T07:24:00.000+05:302007-06-30T07:24:00.000+05:30Hey there Katia,Funny thing, Christopher gave me t...Hey there Katia,<BR/>Funny thing, Christopher gave me that book for Christmas! I need to sit down and read it don't I? Well you've inspired me to do it. The deal was that when he gave it to me I'd just finished 'On Writing' by Stephen King and wasn't quite ready to read another writing book. Now I am.<BR/>I was such a voracious reader as a kid, I used to hide my books inside my text books. No wonder my homework never got done. And of course, under the blanket or in the bathroom or under the school desk lid were great hiding places as well. And when we had to buy textbooks for the new year, the literature ones got read before school started sometimes. I've slowed down too. My excuse is that I spend so much of the day reading my own writing and those of my fellow blogging peeps as well of course that I don't have too much time for too much else. But all that needs to change. It had better, I'm getting a whole pile load of books from amazon anyday now and did I mention Barnes and Noble has a huge summer sale on?<BR/>Oops gotta go ;)rilla jaggiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259015787424108654noreply@blogger.com