My pens!

I suspect that some people find this blog too dull, or weirdly obsessed with mundane topics, so I’m here to prove those assumptions wrong by talking about my too-rapidly-growing fountain pen collection. I’ve already rocked the internet with an account of my abandoning the quest for the perfect digital notebook and going all-in on Field Notes. What’s remarkable about that is that it’s actually worked for me. I’ve already filled up two and a half notebooks just writing down everything that happens in a day, and I genuinely think it’s helped a lot, although not for the reasons I’d expected. In that post, I said that I decided to “dip my toe” into fountain pens, and that I believed I got it all out of my system. It should surprise no one that I absolutely didn’t have it all out of my system, and it turned into a hyper-fixation that’s preoccupied the last several weeks. At this point, I’m estimating that it’s about 25% neurodivergence, and 75% retail therapy. Whatever the case, I went from…