I'm sure you all have been wondering where I am. Well, for the beginning of November, I participated in National Novel Writing Month. I lost steam after 14,000 words and gave up after 16,000. I am proud of my accomplishments.
But I've had a lot of time to think about writing. One thing I learned was that I get grumpy if I do too much typing. I like sitting down at a desk and writing stuff in cursive and drawing arrows all over the page and doodling stick men in the margins.
I also learned that I am not good at keeping track of my pens. Here is my current, up-to-date pen count: My fountain pen that I lose every other week, and a full Pilot G-2 (I've talked about these guys before), and miscellaneous others that I don't use. I also have no idea where that Pilot came from. None. It appeared as if by magic.
So the obvious solution is to get more pens. Pens like this one:
A member of the Libelle Alphabet Collection, this lovely fountain pen is covered with letters! Letters are my favorite! It also won't break the bank too much if you decide to give this pen to your favorite Maureen, novelist, professor, Luddite, or lover who should write you letters but doesn't. I do not recommend breaking the bank all the way to give a Montblanc to your quiet lover. Perhaps a phone card.
Image via Fountain Pen Hospital.