
Hitting the reset button with six new inks, and Grogu
I felt myself slipping into a rut last week. The excitement I typically feel when deciding on which pen and ink combination to write with had waned. Starting to work felt like more a chore than in quite some time.
So I emptied all but one pen.

Should I feel guilty for emptying a converter of an ink I’ve grown tired of?
One of the strongest draws to fountain pens, for me, is that they bring fun to the mundane notetaking that pervades my work life. If I’m going to write for a living, I want the act of writing to be joyful. Life is too short to dread process in a push for an end product.

Gearing up for a week of reading notes and meetings
The week following a pen group meetup is flush with more inked pens than my usuals six. I’m using a set of seven pen and ink combinations this week.

The joys of the returning pen meetup
Socializing is returning to my area of the east coast. I’ve had an impromptu pen gathering and a planned pen group meetup in the span of two weeks. Huzzah.
A handful of good friends, my dungeons and dragons crew, gathered last Saturday for a barbecue. After eating, our meetup quickly transitioned into sharing pens and swabbing inks.