I tried writing my journal in pencil yesterday to test if that was a viable option (see my previous post: The Right Write Stuff. And . . .
(not so much.)Continue reading “Journaling June: So It Be Pens”
I’ve almost bled my current pen dry.
Oh. Right. You’re reading this on on screen. Sorry. A little background will help. I handwrite all my journals. There is something satisfying about scratching out my thoughts on paper, something ritualistic about it. I’m sure I’m romanticizing it by giving it an almost religious quality, but I’m a writer. We are prone to the flights of fancy. Give me a break.
I’m always amazed that I handwrite enough to empty so many pens. I shouldn’t be. I mean, I write every day. I fill a moleskine notebook each month. I guess it’s surprising because for the longest time, starting in college, I used my computer to write, and so a pen would last years. Hell, a pen would have lasted my whole college career if I hadn’t lost them.
(or found one we liked better. and then another. and then another . . .)Continue reading “Journaling June: The Right Write Stuff”