While I tend to be a digital notetaker, I do love to keep paper notebooks near me.
This is partly because I like to have a backup when technology fails, and partly because when it comes to touch-texting versus writing, writing is usually faster for me, and easier to format. If I don’t have access to a physical keyboard, and I’m choosing between taking notes on my phone versus paper, I’m usually going to pick paper. This tends to make notebooks my best friends for ideas on the go, like tracking my travels or jotting down a story idea. I especially love notebooks for lists. There’s something very satisfying about hand-formatting a great list. (I know, I’m a little weird and a bit OCD; you don’t have to remind me.)
I’m also not sure if it’s part of being a writer, or just my love of pretty things made of paper, but I’m drawn to notebooks. I tend to own far more than I can use at any given time. Don’t let me near the notebook aisle in Target; it’s too dangerous.
Regardless of how many I have, though, sometimes you just can’t resist. Like when we were in Italy, and my mother-in-law found a “Cartoleria” — or a book binding shop — where the owner still binds the notebooks by hand. I just couldn’t say no to that, and now I have new, beautiful notebooks.