I have a bit of an obsession with stationery. I think this is fairly common among writers; even in the age of computers, something about a nice notebook seems to exert a strange power over many of us, and indeed I’ve imposed a moratorium on buying new notebooks until I’ve used up some of the ones I have. But the most important piece of stationery in my life – given how I have to juggle writing with editing work and all the admin that goes with self-employment, plus personal stuff – is my Filofax, and so here I am on Philofaxy talking about my minor obsession.