On Writing Implements...
Sep. 25th, 2005 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
klsiegel320So, this friend of mine ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cjsherwood essentially wonders out loud if there's anyone else out there who could - let alone would - post three consecutive entries regarding writing implements...and mentions someone who might possibly be able to...who isn't me, by the way.
Which means she may have forgotten for the moment that I'm a pen freak.
I'm a pen freak of a very eclectic nature. I started out when I was five or six, and I discovered Flair felt-tip pens. They used to have a display of these at the drugstore where we stopped every Sunday to pick up my grandmother's Sunday New York Post, and I was enchanted primarily because there were other colors of ink besides blue, black, and red. There was olive. There was orange. There was brown, and purple, and pink, and turquoise.
Within a couple years, I'd discovered those fat old Bic four-color pens. I never had much luck getting them to work well, and they're really too fat to be comfortable in the hand, but I loved them anyway.
I also had several iterations of the old, mass-produced Sheaffer fountain pens (the ones that invariably leaked all over your hand). I didn't know anything at all about fountain pens, except that I thought they were cool, and that while I loved the idea none of the ones you could get at CVS or the corner drugstore quite lived up to my sense of what writing with one should be like. More on that later.
Oddly enough, this love of writing instruments never transferred to pencils, particularly. Pencils weren't "fun," the way pens were. Pencils were working implements, for doing math and marking music and practicing penmanship (how ironic).
Pens, on the other hand, were for making notes, and drafting stories; for playing and illustrating and doodling; pens were creative, in a way that pencils never were.
cjsherwood essentially wonders out loud if there's anyone else out there who could - let alone would - post three consecutive entries regarding writing implements...and mentions someone who might possibly be able to...who isn't me, by the way.Which means she may have forgotten for the moment that I'm a pen freak.
I'm a pen freak of a very eclectic nature. I started out when I was five or six, and I discovered Flair felt-tip pens. They used to have a display of these at the drugstore where we stopped every Sunday to pick up my grandmother's Sunday New York Post, and I was enchanted primarily because there were other colors of ink besides blue, black, and red. There was olive. There was orange. There was brown, and purple, and pink, and turquoise.
Within a couple years, I'd discovered those fat old Bic four-color pens. I never had much luck getting them to work well, and they're really too fat to be comfortable in the hand, but I loved them anyway.
I also had several iterations of the old, mass-produced Sheaffer fountain pens (the ones that invariably leaked all over your hand). I didn't know anything at all about fountain pens, except that I thought they were cool, and that while I loved the idea none of the ones you could get at CVS or the corner drugstore quite lived up to my sense of what writing with one should be like. More on that later.
Oddly enough, this love of writing instruments never transferred to pencils, particularly. Pencils weren't "fun," the way pens were. Pencils were working implements, for doing math and marking music and practicing penmanship (how ironic).
Pens, on the other hand, were for making notes, and drafting stories; for playing and illustrating and doodling; pens were creative, in a way that pencils never were.
