I know a pen doesn’t make a writer – it’s been a lot more than a decade since I last wrote out an entire novella in longhand, after all – but dipping my feet into the waters of Fountain Pen Land has been a lot of fun. My bright blue new Lamy Safari feels like a zippy little Japanese race car, and lays a nice thin line. I know I need to work on my sales resistance, though, when the first thing I do after I get a new fountain pen (after trying it out, of course) is stare longingly at other fountain pens.
The internet, ladies and gentlemen. The curse of Eris no longer applies to immortals only.