I love the physical process of writing. I sit down with my pen and a blank sheet of paper and anything is possible.
The feel of the pen moving across the page is very much a romantic experience for me. I can get lost so easily while writing, creating something new…
Something that I pull from the very depths of me, that is tangible. For what I create in that moment, in that instance that it is just me and my pen comes from inside me which I rip open and spill out intimately onto the page. It is that which I can hold aloft and grasped in my hand.
I can see it, feel it and by doing so it comes to life.
I am happiest writing.
THAT is who I am.
Eventually (or not, more often as the case may be) I type up what I have hand written onto my computer, but that is where more of the “work” part of writing comes in, where it loses a bit of its romance. The creative, sexy part? That is utterly unique experience with just me and my pen and paper.
I must admit, I am very much a Bic pen girl.
I have written with them for years and honestly, I think the relationship between me and my Bic pens of choice are the longest relationships that I’ve had.
You can laugh, I completely understand. I do at that sad fact, but it doesn’t make it any less true.
Anytime I sit down to write some original fiction, I fall just a bit more in love. Bic is my pen of choice, and my “go to” in order to birth my creations, after all…
It’s not the size or the color of your Bic that matters, it’s what you do with it.
With that said, I must admit they might just have some competition on their hands.
I read this just today. Check this out:
Liquid Pencil? Are you kidding me – How ingenious?!
I hate to be a cheater, so Bic, my friend…Catch up!
I would hate to stray from you, but I want one of these…
So get on the ball.
I will be waiting for you to exceed my expectations and totally ready to “Rock out, with my Bic out!”
Anguished Repose – A Life Long Fan