I'm taking a few writing tools: a pad of graph paper (I love those tiny boxes!), some mechanical pencils, refills on lead and erasers, my writing journals and an old travel journal that I used when I went on a bike tour of Alaska with Mama Mia in 2000. Whatfor all these writing utensils? I'm afraid I'm forced to finally outline the novel. Yep, I admit it. Up until now, it's been seat-of-the-pants all the way. That's what writing on a laptop does to me: I can't resist the random, chaotic, organic-ness of composing on a computer. I LOVE it, and I'll miss it. But, I guess If I'm going to have to lollygag on trains from Lombardy to Liguria for two weeks, I might as well use the time semi-wisely.
Ciao!