This is not a euphemism. The little black book exists.
Yes I will go back a bit more to explain, hey I’m supposed to be a writer after all, right?
Ever since I started writing stories, I have been filling paper of all shapes and sizes. My earliest tries were pictographs (since I could not really write at that time) on paper 4 times the size of normal letter size. These embarrassing witnesses of my earliest tries are thankfully long gone up in smoke in a local garbage incinerator. I went on to other mostly loose leafed collections and the mess is indescribable this caused.
I came across notebooks (the paper kind) pretty quickly then and was fascinated with them. The ring as well as the bound kind, were interesting as they kept everything neatly together. Since then if I come across a nice notebook I buy it, if I can’t suppress the impulse first that is. There are probably twenty to thirty perfectly blank notebooks in my office at any given time.
Then there was my mothers first typewriter. We still have an ancient one I found fascinating simply because of it’s mechanical aspects, but my mother had a slightly more advanced version for her own work. It used a tape and you had to use a sort of white out paper if you wanted to delete a character. Hold it in place and type the character again in the correct location to get the wanted result. It was one of those with the small hammers that came up each time you hit a key.
The second one was significant better. It was electric and you could exchange a writing disk for different fonts. It had a deletion tape right in there and hitting backspace would remove the unwanted character.
Next up came the computer which meant I would no longer have to use the notebooks, since I could type it and edit it very simple and fast, while keeping all my stories on one disk. After losing two of these disks to the usual degradation of a flimsy magnetic data storage (3.5″ discs in case you wonder), paper won again. So back to writing with a pen.
I high school I bought components and built my first computer. On my own. I started writing again, this time storing it on hard disk. 1 GB of storage, that was huge back then, in times of winds 3.11 and 486DX4 100 Mhz. The cheapest mobile phones you can buy these days usually have more power than that. And more storage. Luck has it, my disk died on me. The motor gave in, so it just did not spin anymore. Once more my stories were lost.
I was fed up with writing at that point really. I had lost paper version to mishaps, and multiple digital versions as well. I kept only some that were in notebooks, but those were not very good nor long.
Fast forward to today.
I’m writing most of Toreas on a Toshiba Portégé M700 laptop. It’s a bit aged and has some damage so I’m looking to upgrade to an M750.
This is of course par for the course for losing all my data. Notebooks are exposed to more hazards than anything else in the computer world. And because they still have rotary disks for the most (like mine) those are prone to failure more often than others as well. Solid state disks are a better choice there and it’s already planed to use one of them soonish, but that’s not really much of a concern anyways.
Wifi at home and at the office allow me to connect remotely to a server on the internet where I run a backup of my data. Every time I took a trip and wrote something, I synchronize and voila, data is saved online. To add to the mayhem, I also keep a copy on my computer at work (I don’t think they mind that sub 1 MB space I use there) and my main workstation at home. So I have it in 4 locations at (almost) all times. It’s not going away any time soon.
But the laptop also has it’s draw backs. There is this short idea, that little note I wanted to remember. There always is something to write down but it does not really go into the main text just yet. Things like that are a pain to keep track of in any possible case. Having to grab your laptop and writing it somewhere halfway decent, just makes it a lot more time consuming.
And this is where (finally) the little black book comes into play. It’s a bit larger than my wallet, has thick covers, a rubber band integrated to keep it shut and a string to keep the place where the last note was written in. Very sturdy and enough space to write or draw in even if needed. In there I write down all those little things that come to mind. Be it at work, on the road, even at home, everything that’s small goes in there so I won’t forget. If I get around to it, I might take a picture of it.
The little black book is perfect tool to accompany my other available tools. Now I just need to find a way to manage those notes, once I might type them into the computer. Maybe I have to create a tool myself for that.