I actually wet my pants in the stationary shop on 6th Avenue yesterday when a glorious Cambodian man presented a silver Parker pen with a wide, white tooth smile and simple statement of ‘Nine dollars, thank you.’
So far I’ve shown my pen off to two friends that both commented on how light it is. I thought that was cool because I never really considered why I prefer a certain instrument, I just know what I like… which seems to be something light weight and clicky… with refillable blue gel ink.
I have been very blessed to be hooked up with a freelance gig by another one of my mates so I’ve been working from home for about a week. It sort of involves words in a very round about way… it’s definitely going to prevent me from starving… so thus far it is aaaaaall positive.
Having a new pen has dramatically improved my mood. I had a few cranky weeks there with leaky pieces of plastic that I’d have to constantly scribble with to get spilling. That’s a big no-no in my world of pens… I demand immediate action… none of this ink-warming-up garbage.
So now I’m happy… and feeling very inspired, much more at peace.
Therefore, I must depart now for a prance to the park. I shall bring a big red silk book, NEW PEN, and blanket. I’ve been toying with novel writing again. My hands get a bit quicker each time I sit down. Every day this town injects me with new story elements, revamped character qualities, fine details…
Having a new novel actually done by my one year anniversary would be insane, to be true I’m not sure if I can swing it… we’ll soon find out!