My better half was looking over my shoulder and asked, "why Pen and Ink?" I gave him the look one masters after decades of marriage.
The reason is because I am somewhat obsessed with pens. I either love them or hate them, but there is no intermediate ground. Ball point? Hate. Medium point? Oh yeah, really hate. Erasable ink? Perish the thought. I'm like this whether I'm writing a letter, filling out a form or just signing my name on a check.
Give me a real ink pen, with a needle point. I'd love a fountain pen. Perhaps one day when I can afford the kind I really like.
Until then, I'm the neurotic person searching through the drawer of pens, desperately seeking the "right" one because otherwise what I write will be meaningless. Forgetable.
