In the age of computers and total automation, man is more than ever far from the image of a domesticated sybarite, no matter what field of activity he refers to information spreads with hitherto unknown speed and we, understandably, need to keep up with this information. Constant traveling, fleeting meetings, short calls, and texts, hastily watched the news on the phone. We almost lost the ground under our feet and became light and weightless: drifting ships in the endless reality, lonely comets in the silent space, chaotic particles of the universe.

However, together with permanent loneliness, which modern technology has provided us with, we have been given unheard-of riches: the freedom to live and work anywhere in the world (thanks to the Internet), the ability to receive a variety of information from different fields, to rethink them and to process them creatively. All that is needed is the right tools to help record the observations or reflections that come to each of us at the most inopportune moment when our restless mind wanders between the subconscious and the conscious.

The thing is, usually when I write a large volume of text, I drown in my own notes, notes, details, and plot lines. Some of my ideas were in a notebook, some were in a journal, and some were on the back of crumpled checks from a coffee shop. I'm afraid of missing something important and then having to redo everything all over again.

My second problem is that I have trouble visualizing my novel as a whole. I can see the end and the individual scenes, but the beginning can be vague to me, and building scenes is hard work. I kept a list of them and their order on post-its. The stickers, of course, kept falling off the wall.