Yesterday I started my new Moleskine Diary for the year. This has now become something of a big deal for me: I’ve never, ever used electronic planners with any notion of seriousness, mostly because I don’t trust computers with organising my life. Yes, I’m a shameless Luddite and I don’t care, and if there’s not pencil and paper involved it isn’t real, or indeed permanent. I know I’m not alone in this, that the revolution won’t exclude pages and handwriting for some time yet. Having a physical reminder of what I did and what needs to be done is also rather useful as a tool to inspire. That has never happened with a computer, and I doubt it ever will.

My environmental concerns are also assuaged because this, in essence, becomes a permanent reminder of what I’ve done and said. All this crap on the Internet only really matters if you make a permanent copy of it, and my plan with fiction is to do just that, get a print copy of everything written then put aside so I have the reminders of what was done for eternity (and beyond.) After that, it’s all just shouting into the void, when everything is said and done. It was my good friend Mike who made me think about the notion of permanence, and I’m grateful for those who understand that the physical matters far more than many would have you believe. I’ve had enough of crap in my life: collectables are great for some but for me they’ve become a millstone. What matters most to me in that regard is music, and I can never see a time when there’s just a collection ‘in the cloud.’ I’m buying more CD’s as time goes on, not less. No, I don’t do Vinyl but I get it.

I will always need something in my hand to feel I’m doing composition some justice.


There is something undoubtedly special about my diary’s unique composition, especially when I travel. The memories from the US last year are particularly bright in the mind not simply because of pictures, but the feel of my diary in hand and on a series of hotel/motel desks as I planned and worked abroad. I’m sure I’m horribly old fashioned in this regard, but frankly I don’t care. The future may be information when you want it, but that’s not the way to make memories or establish permanence. That’s what the physical is, and why it remains such an important aspect of our existence.

Without the feelings, we are nothing.