When I got home from the PNWA conference on Saturday night, I emptied my pockets onto the top of my dresser. The usual wallet, keys, spare change, and pen knife were buried by the wads of napkins and envelopes, each of them covered in my handwriting.
Mind you, I had a Moleskine in my jacket pocket, two legal pads in my satchel, and my laptop.
And yet, I'm overcome by a desire to scribble on napkins.
There were a lot of napkin ideas this weekend. Enough to keep me busy for awhile.
