Consistency is a song. A procedural rhythm that’s catchy enough for me to repeatedly fall back into. Like the hook in a great beat or a sticky melody. I’ve struggled to find a writing rhythm since my July move.

Toying with taking up a new lens on pen types, JO and I considered use case as a sideways perspective into which kinds of pens populate our collections. And a novel perspective can unearth values and preferences and “what works for me” that I’ve only yet to subconsciously pull together. For the betterment of future, smarter, more personalized curating.

The moment I know that a new pen is coming home with me is when I actively seek out reasons to continue scribbling. Cursive “s” shapes. Hash marks. Nonsense sentences. My dog’s name. Often done to a soundtrack of quiet, joyful giggling.