How much time do we waste standing in the aisle of some big box store looking for....pens. I just want a pen. I want a pen that is recognizable as a pen. It clicks, and the inky pointer comes out, and it writes reliably.
Instead, there I was numbly scrutinizing a whole wall of writing implements..gel pens, roller balls, fat pens, skinny writers you name it. It was more than I wanted to sort out. And I now have to drive 2 hours to find a store big enough to cause this kind of mental chaos. I made my choice as carefully as I could and got the heck out of there. Time for a Starbucks to repair my equilibrium.
Back home in our tiny cottage, I am cozy on the couch with my journal, my new pen, Neil Finn on the stereo and my wife's feet tucked snugly beneath my leg. I begin to write and... what! GOLD gel ink! How on earth did I get that, I tried SO hard - I didn't even know they made gold ink.
Why can't I just buy a pen I can write with?!? Dave.
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3 comments:
The people at that big store must have known you closing in on the Golden Age. Dave, your pen story is priceless. Way too many choices for everything these days.
Perhaps it will instill your writing with that extra bit of gravitas...
Dave Neale should be writting in nothing less brilliant than a gold pen ... I say divine intervention. And if not that, then a fabulous gift for Chris : )
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