How writing on my iPhone became my creative space

Years ago, when we moved to Kauai, a colleague suggested I keep a journal of the transition.

I started writing on my iPad. Paper wasn’t going to survive the humidity.

But the iPad didn’t make it to the beach.

So I started writing on my iPhone. Small enough to slip into a pocket when the rain came in fast and I had to grab my things and go.

Every day I wrote.

At first to get 500 words done.

Then to figure out what came next.

Somewhere along the way, my phone became my creative space. Not a desk. Not an office. Not a perfect nook.

Just this.

No matter where I am, my phone is my writing desk.

So when I’m working on my iPad and I can’t get into a chapter, I reach for my phone.

And I’m home.