Sundays are for remembering how to write on paper. I used to fill A4 notepads with scribbles as an undergrad but the habit has gradually fallen away, as I’ve sunk into the endlessly editable quagmire of online journalism. I’ve got a nice thick biro with Blue Prince press event branding, and a fresh moleskin notepad I got from a magazine subscription. I’m writing a story about spiders. It’s heaven, though I do occasionally get the shakes for not being able to open a browser tab and read a random bunch of articles, like these ones.
