Showing posts with label pen versus computer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pen versus computer. Show all posts

Monday, September 01, 2025

This pen in my hand

There's something about grasping this pen, holding it in my hand, 

that calms my mind, something about waking each morning 

and opening the box that holds my pens 

and selecting one and removing the cap 

and wrapping my fingers around the barrel 

that softens my heart, lets me feel connected to the world, 

as if the pen is a secure ring that I can hold onto 

while spinning on the merry-go-ground of life, 

or like the string of a kite that lets me imagine myself 

soaring into the sky, floating in the clouds. 

It's like I'm holding my mother's hand again, 

feeling safe, protected, as she leads me into the world, 

even though she's been gone for more than forty years. 

It's like a memory machine that lets me hear my grandfather's voice again 

as he sits at our kitchen table on Sunday mornings

sipping his coffee and retelling stories about growing up 

in a Polish shtetl and coming to America 

and making a life for himself. 

It's like holding a magic wand that silences the negative voices in my head, 

and all I need to do is wave it over the blank pages of this journal 

and words will appear, like these words, which came out of the blue, 

out of thin air, out of nowhere, part of the mystery of the way writing works, 

and this pen in my hand is the key to entering into this mystery, 

to opening the door to my imagination, 

to feeling connected to the secret universe hidden inside my heart. 

Sunday, April 02, 2023

The way ink dries

The way ink smudges

before it dries


the way letters form 

on the page


the way a simple line

can convey meaning


the way words

sound like your voice


the way your hand

holds the pen


the way a poem

takes shape


the way we fill

the silence


the way each letter,

each line, is part

of the mystery.



Sunday, July 14, 2019

The Magic of Writing with a Fountain Pen

“My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course.” — Graham Greene

It may seem foolish, even a bit self-indulgent, to write about fountain pens when so many pressing issues threaten our world. 

But a fountain pen has not only helped me put aside my worries about the world for the brief time that I take each morning to write with one, it has also rekindled my pleasure in the process of writing by hand. 

The immediacy of writing with a fountain pen surprised me the moment the nib first touched the page and the ink seeped out of the pen, seeming to bleed onto the paper.

It felt like the pen was alive, a newly discovered part of my hand connecting me in some mysterious and supernatural way to my heart, and as I wrote, my hand moving across the page, it felt like the ink was coming straight from my veins.

Until a few months ago, I hadn’t used a fountain pen since high school. 

Remember how messy those fountain pens were to use back then? Often, I’d end up with more ink on my hands than on the page.

I’d write and the pen would leak and the ink would leave stains on my fingers and smudges on the pages and messy ink spots on my palms. 

For years afterward I preferred writing with ballpoint pens. I would buy cheap pens that I could throw away easily after they ran out of ink or dried up or broke in my backpack. Best of all, they didn’t drain my wallet of the little cash that was in it. 

But a few months ago my cousin wrote wanting to know if I’d ever thought about using a fountain pen. He had found one that he liked, a Pilot Metropolitan, which was supposed to be a good introductory pen at a reasonable price (under $15 at Amazon), and the thought of writing with a fountain pen intrigued me. 

I decided that I’d try one, just to find out if fountain pens were the same as I remembered or if they’d changed much since my high school days, and, after quickly searching Google, I discovered just how many fountain pens there are to choose from these days. 

There are pens made in Japan, pens made in Germany, and pens made in the United States and elsewhere. There are pens with cartridges and pens with converters, and there are so many choices for ink, more colors than in a rainbow, it seems. There are so many colors and pens, in fact, that it’s hard to keep track of them all. 

So, I started reading reviews, and I found a pen in my price range ($10) made by Pilot called Kakuno (which means “to write” in Japanese), and I ordered one, along with some extra cartridges.

After it arrived, I opened the packaging—surprised to find that the instructions were printed in Japanese—and, after figuring out how to insert the cartridge, I started writing. And … wow! 

It’s a pen, but it’s so much more than a pen!

I mean, looking at it, you’d think it’s just another writing instrument. The Kakuno shell is made of plastic, but it’s a perfect size that fits nicely in the palm of my hand, and holding it takes very little effort because it’s so light that when it’s in my hand and I'm writing, I hardly feel it unless I grip it too tightly. 

The moment I begin to write, it’s like magic: the ink flows onto the page, the blank page reaches up to embrace the pen, my hand moves effortlessly across the paper. It’s a moment of becoming, a moment of (please, excuse my enthusiasm) unexpected oneness with the universe, a zen-like immersion in the present.

It can take a while to feel comfortable using a fountain pen. But after experimenting a little with different angles and using it in different journals, I can say that writing with a fountain pen feels as natural (and effortless) as breathing. 

Why not add a little variety to your writing practice and try a fountain pen? It doesn’t have to be an expensive one. (You can find the Kakuno online for as little as $10 if you don’t mind  the color….and a plastic shell.) 

You might be surprised at how your writing—and your feelings about your writing—will change when you begin using one.

If you’re still undecided about whether to use a fountain pen, or just curious and want to read more about them and the people who find them attractive, here are a few links that you might enjoy: 











Sunday, April 26, 2009

Wading Through Revisions

I’m not sure what I’ve got with my latest draft.

Is it a real story or nothing more than two hundred pages of soggy swamp?

Maybe it’s a little of both.

Some passages read beautifully while others wander off into mangrove thickets.

I’ve reached the point where I’m making notes to re-title chapters, hoping to focus on the theme of each chapter more strongly.

And, of course, I’m discovering that I'll need to revise many passages extensively in order to uncover themes which aren’t apparent on a first reading.

It’s that stage where–nearly halfway through–I can’t see past the thick branches and Spanish moss dangling in front of my face or the muddy water swirling around my feet.

But that’s ok.

This is where I’m supposed to be right now.

And, looking over my shoulder (while swatting mosquitoes), I can glimpse how far I’ve come since writing the initial draft by hand, then typing that draft into the computer, then revising the draft on the computer again... and again.

Only a week ago I printed out another draft to review and made notes by hand before re-typing the draft into the computer and doing another revision.

It's interesting how this process of back-and-forth--writing a draft by hand, typing it into the computer, re-reading a hard copy of the draft and revising it by hand, then keyboarding the changes into the computer--may seem like unnecessary drudgery at times.

But this process offers insights into the sentences and structure (and themes) of the draft that I might overlook if I revise the draft exclusively on the computer.

That’s not to say I won’t revise on the computer (yet again!) after this draft is done.

But right now it’s important to wade through the manuscript this way, especially when I take the time to slow down and read it with a pen in my hand.

The manuscript feels different when I hold it in my hands.

It's not yet a book, but, holding the pages in my hands, I can sense what it might become.

And on days when I lose my way in the mangrove thicket, it’s that feeling which sustains me.

What about you–how do you wade through the muddy water of revisions? Do you prefer revising on a computer or by hand? Do you go back and forth between the two? What’s the difference? And what do you gain by doing revisions one way rather than another?

Let us know when you get a chance.

For more on revising by hand versus computers, visit:
http://writingmemoirs.suite101.com/article.cfm/pen_versus_computer
http://www.wired.com/culture/lifestyle/news/2000/02/34152
http://www.analogsf.com/aspnet_forum/messages.aspx?TopicID=457
http://www.authorjeremyjames.com/ee/writing/full-entry/longhand-vs-laptop/
http://www.aber.ac.uk/media/Documents/short/phenom.html
http://www.librarything.es/topic/38371
http://www.joesutt.com/writing-process/the-pen-vs-the-computer/
http://theartistsway.com/forums/comments.php?DiscussionID=39