“On Fountain Pens”
I love fountain pens! Absolutely adore them. When I write with fountain pens, I find that my words are prettier, more stately. They were made for letters, notes, calling cards, and the like. I could easily see myself sitting at a secretary of a morning, replying to mail. A few acceptances here, a few declinations, a letter to my mother, a congratulatory note to a friend. It’s why I am working to get back into letter- and note-writing to my friends and family. It’s a beautiful skill and habit. I very much enjoy what I see and feel when I write. I also love receiving letters in the mail that are NOT bills or the like to be taken care of. I know that I am remembered and cared about through those letters.
Part of me – a huge part – loves to see my mind poured out on paper. I love the evidence of my thoughts. I have told some that, a great deal of the time, I feel less than adequate mentally because of
Part of me – a huge part – loves to see my mind poured out on paper. I love the evidence of my thoughts. I have told some that, a great deal of the time, I feel less than adequate mentally because my brain doesn’t move at the same pace as others’. It often takes me a long time to consider concepts and ideas before I can reach a conclusion or opinion about them, and there is no physical evidence of that process. So I fear that people often think I’m not thinking or that I won’t think about things. When I write, the evidence of cognitive thought is there on paper. Proof that I actually do think! Amazing, huh?