Kathy’s recent post about finding a supply of ink pens that were dried up made me think about all the pens around here and all the writing I do. Kathy replied to my comment that she didn’t handwrite very much so didn’t need a large supply of pens. I write every day, usually lots, by hand, with my pens. This is my favorite gel pen that Terry special orders for me by the boxful:
So, what do I write? I keep a journal, having done so since 1997. I now use large journals so I can make notes of books and articles I am reading. I use the journals to jot down ideas for stories. I keep word lists which I use for later writing. I make notes for my Sunday School class. When I was teaching at the inner city high school, I would plan my lessons and make lists of what needed to be done during the next week. Now I make lists of tasks to get accomplished. Sometimes a grocery list. I send a lot of cards-birthday, sympathy, get-well-all written by hand.
While we were in San Francisco, I packed up all of my journals and moved them to the storage unit. The wicker storage chest I used for them at the house in Fresno was moved to the apartment. Now that we are back, I have retrieved the journals and put them back in their place. When thinking about writing this post, I decided to get them all out and see just what they look like, stacked up, all 15 years worth. They don’t all fit in the wicker chest any more so I keep five year’s worth in a cabinet. This is what a quarter of my life-on paper looks like:
Much of my day is spent in research, writing, and reading. I can work anywhere on my computer, but most of the time I’m in the “computer room.” When I’m writing, with pen and paper, I work in the family room. During the day I move between the two spots quite a bit.
And, of course, when summer time