My latest pen ran out if ink this morning. It was a damn good pen, and I’m a little sad at its loss but it just reminds me how much writing I’ve been doing.
I have a slight problem when it comes to buying notebooks. I probably have about a dozen unfilled notebooks and journals in my room and office. I can’t help it. Some of them are so pretty!
With my newer job involving staring at a computer screen for about 8 hours, I’ve definitely been writing longhand more often. It’s not as quick as typing, but I think it’s fairly therapeutic as well.
A pen and notebook are comforting companions to a writer, allowing one’s thoughts to slow down with the speed of longhand writing. My word choices are better thought out and my eyes don’t get as strained as they would from spending more time staring at the computer screen. There’s also just something satisfying about finishing a notebook.
Oh, and that pen? It was fresh out of the package just a month ago. If that doesn’t tell me how much writing I’ve been doing, I don’t know what does!