Why is it that during the times when you are not exactly allowed to do anything else but give someone your undivided attention, your mind spurts great (?!) ideas you just have to write it down — pretty much anywhere. That is exactly what happened today. Usually I bring a “handy-dandy-notebook” with me just in case. But since I changed my purse and used a smaller one, the notebook had to be sacrificed. And then all these ideas came pouring in… yes, I do have an iPhone and have Evernote and the pre-installed Notes applications, but it’s just not the same as writing it down. I guess I’m pretty much old school that way. It’s the “romantic” part coming out: the smell of parchment, ink, old books, wood floors; the feel of the paper; the laid back, secluded and tranquil atmosphere… you get it. At first I resisted reading electronic books, but I can’t deny it’s convenient. Though I have note-taking applications, I miss the experience of writing long hand.
So back to my story for today, where did I end up writing my idea on? On a tissue paper. Coincidentally, it is a fantasy themed idea. Of course, I couldn’t resist thinking of JK Rowling.