If you’re anything like me, you’re obviously quite fortunate. But you already knew that. You’re probably also aware that under the thick coating of awesome-sauce you’re slathered with, lurks a writing-idea generating system with a tendency to lay dormant for extended periods, only to suddenly spring back to life when you least expect it.

I’ve always kept a little note pad in my backpack to capture these surprise ideas, but I don’t always want to carry my pack; which leaves me note-less and vulnerable. On a number of occasions, compelling subjects with the power to revolutionize life as we know it (probably …), have dissipated like smoke from a blown out candle before I could commit them to paper.

But because technology continues to run ahead at full-speed while most of us waddle along like fat little ducks just trying not to get left too far behind, I’m not such a slave to paper anymore. I might not always have my pack and pad with me, but I’m never without my phone. It’s become a necessity in my life, from staying in touch with friends and family, to keeping up with the news of the world (Haha! Just kidding! I’m an American; I have no idea what’s going on outside the U.S.), and most importantly, it can make me look busy while I’m actively ignoring the people around me.

The instances when I searched for an app and didn’t at least find something that was supposed to do what I wanted, have been few and far between. So I was relatively sure I could find something that would let me capture my thoughts and ideas before they the disappeared into the ether. What I didn’t expect to find were eleventy billion apps categorized as journals or notebooks.

I appreciate having a selection of just about anything from which I can choose what most appeals to me or best suits my needs. But I also have a limit; having too many choices can be overwhelming and leave me staring blankly into space like some slack-jawed monkey, unable to make a decision.

Then, just as my eyes began to glaze over and I felt the muscles in my jaw relax, I saw it! Was it even possible? Were my eyes playing tricks on me? Did those mushrooms finally kick in? But it wasn’t a dream or hallucination, and though they’re clever little pranksters, my eyes were being totally serious. Someone had taken two of my very favorite things, electronic gadgetry and the most perfect journal ever made, and combined them to give the world the Moleskine Journal app.

Were I still on my original blogging platform, where the posts tended to be somewhat racy and geared to an all-adult audience, I might have compared my reaction to the anticipated conclusion of an activity decidedly different from blogging. However, this isn’t that kind of site, so I’ll refrain from labeling my reaction an appgasm, an explosive appgasm, multiple appgasms or a self-induced appgasm.

Sadly, my joy was diminished when I began reading the comments left by those who’d already taken the Moleskine Journal App for a test drive. The comments weren’t good. It broke my heart to see my beloved Moleskine endure the venom and vitriol being spewed at her (yes, my journals have genders and back stories … don’t judge me).

I was both shocked and saddened when I realized that some of the most vicious comments were left by fellow Moleskine fans. I thought we were different; I thought that those for whom where to put down their words is nearly as important as the words themselves, were of a different ilk.

And then it hit me. These are Moleskine aficionados! They’re are people who’ve formed attachments to the elegant simplicity and consistent quality that is Moleskine. And that’s precisely why they were so upset with the app. When you put your hands on a Moleskine, it speaks to you. It says give me your words and I will protect them; and you trust those words, because Moleskines never lie. Even if they did lie, you probably wouldn’t notice, because you’d be too distracted by the fact that your journal is talking to you.

The angry commenters were likely hurt and confused by their experience with the app. And there’s likely a bit of betrayal in there, too. The purists, or orthodox Moleskiners, believe that Moleskines are for writing and drawing, smartphones are for scrolling and swiping, and computers are for typing and reading Facebook when you should be working, and that’s the way it should stay. It’s clear now that Orthodox Moleskiners have a point. Rather than sticking to what they’ve done so well and for so long, they ventured into territory they aren’t quite ready to navigate. And as a result, the Moleskine name has been sullied.

I’m sure that one day the app developers will put their pointy little heads together and turn the app into the tool it was intended to be. But even when the comments change to “I love this app!” and “Best.Journal.EVER!” I don’t plan on downloading it. I’m going to stick with the real-life model that I’ve known and loved so long.

I just hope she’ll forgive me for experimenting with those journal apps …