Pen and paper:
I needed a pen and paper before I forgot my train of thought.
I rummaged frantically through my backpack and came up with a small notepad and a pen I’d nicked from a hotel.
I scribbled the words and then sat there, pondering.
Was it okay? Would he like it?
I guess it didn’t matter either way. I only wrote for myself now days. If someone liked it, great; if they didn’t, I usually told them to stop reading my blog.
I wondered what The Japan Times would think of it.