When I started writing, I used to drag yellow legal pads everywhere. I’d scribble ideas while making dinner, writing the grocery list, folding the laundry, waiting for the kids in the car after school, in the doctor’s waiting rooms, anywhere and everywhere. I wasn’t picky, but I was compulsive.
All of my habits changed when I got my first computer. It was a desktop, and it didn’t take me long to abandon the yellow legal pad complete with its dog-eared pages filled with scribbles, doodles of swans and clouds, crossed out sections, underlined and misspelled words, dozens of exclamation points and ideas that were scrawled in the margins.