words
For all that things are busy (or maybe because things are busy) , I have words rattling around in my head that need an escape path. If I don't make time to write soon, my ear drums will burst, and words will come spilling out of my head, unbidden and unorganizied. Much better, in general, to corral them before that point, and confine them in a somewhat linear fashion, either to a paper with ink, or to pixels on the screen and bits in the computer.
I bought myself a fountain pen for Yule. Relatively inexpensive (<$50, including ink for it and for the plastic one I had from before), but still nice - a shiny dark blue Tornado from Retro 1951 - writing with it is a joy, and I'm happy to have found something nice and yet still reasonably priced, because most of the pens I've looked at tended to run 5 or more times the price.
I bought myself a fountain pen for Yule. Relatively inexpensive (<$50, including ink for it and for the plastic one I had from before), but still nice - a shiny dark blue Tornado from Retro 1951 - writing with it is a joy, and I'm happy to have found something nice and yet still reasonably priced, because most of the pens I've looked at tended to run 5 or more times the price.