I have to say that today I'm very grateful for pen and paper. I've got a lot going on at the moment (most of it running around in my head, clamoring to get out) and if it weren't for me writing things down I would never remember anything. Well, not anything cool, that is.
Sure, I can remember that I have to go to work on Tuesday (yay for Labor Day!), and I don't usually forget to dress before I leave in the morning. I got that stuff. Mostly. My problem is all the little ideas that parade in front of my conscience, do a little (and sometimes impressive) dance and then run away to hide in the recesses of my mind. Cool things like the technology hunting half-cat, half-robot that I want to put into my next story. If I hadn't written that little jewel down, I never would have remembered it. N E V E R.
Just one more proof that the pen is indeed mightier than the sword. Especially if it is an energy shooting, spider eliminating, pink-inked pen with a tassel.