But hey — anything that’s worth doing is worth doing right.
You see, I can be messy.
My purse is a the Bermuda Triangle of handbags — a place where business cards get lost forever. Once I’ve jotted down a phone number on a paper notepad, I’ll never find it again once a story’s been filed.
In fact, I currently have a cache of sources listed haphazardly in a Word document on Harris (Brownie points to anyone in journalism who actually knows what Harris is.)
It’s 2012. Time to cut out the paper, I say. Continue reading