•My iBook
Two years ago, I used my bonus from the Log (coupled with a gift from my father) to replace my outdated desktop Mac with a new iBook. I loved it. And when my schedule became busier, I started using my laptop to write during lunch hours, or breaks before meetings, to squeeze in extra time.
And since I had it at work, it only made sense to use it to cover meetings once in a while, since it’s much faster for me to type than to take shorthand (I haven’t tested my speed in a while but it must be well over 100 words a minute by now).
Then I started bringing the ibook whenever I had an in-person interview, so that I could make sure all the quotes are accurate. Don’t get me wrong, my shorthand interviews are accurate, but sometimes I have to paraphrase because I don’t have the exact quote, and that’s a shame.
By now, the thought of tackling meetings without my laptop is positively unsettling, to say nothing of how hard it would be to find time for my own writing.
•Books.
An even stronger addiction. I love to read, and to some extent I have to read: if my schedule doesn’t permit me to crack a book, after a few days I become very fidgety. Both from lack of reading and the sense that the books I want to read are piling up while I’m wasting my time on other things (so to speak).
I have a huge library at home and an acute inability to keep from adding to it. Or to resist new books on the library shelves, even if I have a bunch of my own to read waiting at home. And I have a couple of hundred listed on my computer to get to “someday” in addition to the authors and subjects that I read regularly.
I’m a literature addict. And I like it.

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