Working on paper is not for me. Aware of the numerous studies that prove that paper is spatially and mentally superior, I tried.
I tried hard. It did not stick.
This is what my electronic tools do for me: It tickles my brain in specific ways. It is at my fingertips where I can navigate with rhythm.
Some of these tools have been with me for decades. They are the old clothes that fit perfectly and in which I can move with great ease.
Paper gets lost. Stolen. Scattered.
My tools are within reach, safe, and in my muscle memory.