That pen set.
That pen set they keep advertising on TV (that you can buy at CVS or Walgreen's, cough cough) is all I want for winter-holiday-gift-giving-time. I'm trying to get involved with this grassroots, local, better than the fifty pages of strip club ads and five of trite articles that is Real Detroit, metro-area zine thingy. And I can't think. Anything I used to think, I forgot. It's frustrating. New pens make me want to write, the more I write, the better I'll reacquaint myself with my former style. New pens made me want to do homework and get excited about rough drafts. Now maybe new pens will make me want to write.