Any writer will tell you that a new project begins with the hunt for perfect stationery. It's procrastination disguised as work.
So I'm in Staples, failing to find a 9" x 6.5", five-subject college-ruled notebook with poly cover, preferably purple, for outlining my next book,* when I notice another large notebook, with an alternative binding to the usual spiral of black-plastic-covered metal. It's described, therefore, as "wireless."
I resist the temptation to buy one for Primus and tell him I got him the "wireless notebook" I know he wants.
*I actually have six ideas for the next novel, only one of them an Oliver Swithin story.