When I began writing, in my teens, I used a small turquoise portable typewriter, a hand-me-down from a relative. My parents gave me a nicer typewriter for my high school graduation. In journalism school, I learned to compose on the keyboard. By the 1980s, I had one of those new-fangled Amstrad word processors. Then the computer took over my life; every book I’ve written was created on a computer keyboard.

Nevertheless, I find notebooks incredibly appealing. It warms my heart to learn that I am not alone.