There is a collection of fountain pens on my desk. I don't use them as often as I should. I took out a few of them, tuned them up, and let them go in my notebook to see where they'd lead me. Here's a look at what I got.
These are just rough drafts, stuck in my notebook, perhaps to be polished a bit more someday, perhaps not. Anything to get myself to write a bit every day.
Sorry about the lousy penmanship. For a former teacher, it is truly awful. (Truthfully, it never was as good as it should have been, but my manuscript printing was pretty good.)
Nothing too profound for a Friday night. Just some scribbles. Enjoy. Or not. Your choice.
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