Maybe it’s because I’m an only child but gods freaking help you if you touch the pen designated for writing a certain story. Usually, I am working on at least three different projects at a time (no matter how hard I try to focus on one) and I have a spiral notebook and pen designated for each. Pictured above is my favorite pen; the Paper Mate Flexgrip Elite Stick Medium Point Ballpoint (which is on my Amazon wish list should you deign to buy The Lenni a present ^_~). I have used up three of these working on Greenhouse so far and I am sorry to say I am out of them.
It’s such a strange thing to other people when they see me in the stationary aisle of a store or glimpse my wide eyed excitement when I walk through the doors of an Office Max (or Staples or what the hell ever). All I can see is how I can fill all the notebooks. (my faves are the Five Star ones) I try not to buy everything I see but man, the feeling of cracking open that shiny new Five Star, picking up that Paper Mate and inflicting my deplorable handwriting but fabulous ideas upon the page is something only other writers can understand. Everyone else will think you’re insane and they will be right.
And the world would be better for it.
But that’s not even the weird part for me! The strange part is the mad-dog territorial rage-haze that comes with someone touching my pen. No seriously, I will CUT you. I don’t even use that pen to write checks. I will sit there and let a bill wait till I can get another different pen (of which there are PLENTY in my house so it’s not like I let the electric bill go unpaid for weeks or something silly like that). My husband looks at me like I’m a psycho (for a lot of reasons, but) when I tell him “Don’t touch that pen. Use this one.” Even if it’s not the much loved Paper Mate Flexgrip, that pen is for that story. Touch it at your own peril.
Of the few writers left who still bother with long hand when writing, do you experience this? Or am I once again too crazy for the crazies? XD