In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Handwritten.”
Not long ago (like two weeks) I was spending a quiet (so quiet sounds had been sucked out of the world) Sunday morning minding the Art Co-op shop. There was a tablet there used in lieu of a cash register. I had a story on my mind. I knew some of the facts I needed but not all, and I suddenly realized that I could use that tablet for research.
And I did.
I had to take notes “old-school.” On notebook paper. There was a spiral notebook in the drawer. Strangely, it was a pleasure writing by hand, and I enjoyed the whole experience. The pleasure was diminished when I got home and had to figure out what to do with those notes in this very different world. I still don’t know. It seems dumb to transcribe them onto my laptop when, really, they’re more useful on paper I can refer to. I did learn why we used to use desks back in the old days, though. 😉