I tell you what, when you’re someone who tends to write his way through his issues, and you’re realizing that you don’t want to write about the shit that’s currently occupying your mind … that’s a problem.
Might be time for a new Sekrit Blog. Who knows.
EDIT: You know what? Cat picture:
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Ooh! Ooh! I resemble that remark. I fell way off the writing wagon for a while. I am back to it in fits and starts. I am not worrying about the haphazardness of it because I am trying to juggle other things. I just be happy that I work it in when I can. But I need to do more, especially now that I am using my fountain pens, which makes the process even more enjoyable and cathartic.
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I have a buddy who is way into fountain pens, and every so often I pretend I want one. I think it’s more of a general covetousness and desire for New Shiny than any actual interest in writing with a fountain pen, though.
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I have gotten more excited about ink than the pens themselves. So. Many. Colors. Matte. Shimmery. Sparkly. Morphing.
I tend to lose things, so I am not likely to spend a bunch of money on a pen. Also, while I can see where there would be a noticeable difference in quality between an $8 pen and a $25 pen, my brain can’t imagine that spending hundreds of dollars on a pen would enhance my writing experience accordingly.
A friend who is more of a collector than I gave me some good advice on inexpensive (try it to see if you really like it) to what I consider moderately expensive $30-ish pens, so I have a handful of options.
My father wrote with fountain pens for years, so there is a nostalgic element. I was delighted to discover that the pen filling process has become less fiddly and messy.
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Yeah, don’t know what’s going on, but I’m feeling a real lack of motivation too. And the fixing crap with the residence is just piling up. Looks like I need to fix or replace my kitchen sink, like I do that every day… ugh. Adulting sucks.
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This isn’t motivation so much as “I don’t want to talk about this in public,” but yeah, there’s motivational stuff there too, I’m not gonna lie. I may talk to my doctor about antidepressants the next time I see her. I dunno.
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