Paper and Pens

I have number of pens.  I keep them with me and use them when I can.  I have found I do so much better with a real piece of paper.  It is real, it has substance, it does innocently disappear behind Spider Solitaire.

I of course love my fountain pens.  Love the ink the blotches, the purple inky fingers.  I love the way they write, the way they make me write.  I don't mind the mess, the lack of ink at the most inopportune time.   I love the bottles I have to care around and the look on the TSA guy's face when he opens a bottle still does not understand.

Good paper, good ink, good friends.  It is a good thing.  I am going through drawers and boxes.  Who knows what will show up in your mail box.