While I am not overly fond of handwritten notes and so on, as typing has always been the far more effective method for me, I’m trying to see if using a means of writing that lacks internet access will help or hinder my usual productivity (or lack of productivity, as it seems to be at times).
The notebooks and pen. Not pictured: access to millions of pictures featuring cats doing silly things.
And, of course, I need some company…which is where these come into play, I guess.
Confession: I may have just gotten bored and picture-happy.
Without further delay, I’m off to hopeful productivity. Ignoring, of course, that I have just been chosen as Marceline’s snoozing spot. Happy writing, folks. Try to stay warm.
Phil's Misadventures In Fiction 