For a full quarter I carried a tablet and a stylus into every client meeting, because it felt like the smart middle path. The laptop was effectively banned in the room, paper felt like a step backward, and the tablet seemed to be the obvious answer. The handwriting motion was there. The digital deliverable arrived without retyping. The marketing had been good enough that I never questioned the trade.
And yet the meetings felt slightly off in a way I could not put into words. Nothing I could point to. Nothing I could have defended out loud. Just a quiet sense that the room was a little colder than it used to be when I wrote on paper.
I told myself I was imagining it. Then I stopped being able to.
