Of the many goals I have this year is to keep an old-fashioned, honest to God, journal made from paper and actually write with a pen—a fountain pen, no less. To keep me inspired, I am following the prompts from A Year of Writing Dangerously: 365 Days of Inspiration and Encouragement by Barbara Abercrombie.
I read ahead in December and forgot I had the book on the Kindle so I started late last week. So far some of the topics I’ve written about, but I look forward to waking up every morning and reaching for my red moleskine journal, the fountain pen, and ruminate about the day’s prompt and note about whatever is crashing around in my head.
Sometimes, my musings are short—less than a page; other times they can go for four or five pages. Although it’s still early to tell whether this might turn into a lifelong habit, I am enjoying the experience and relearning the joys of writing in longhand.
The one aspect I love is watching the pen’s ink flow onto the page and forming each of the letters. There are days that my handwriting looks more like chicken scratch and other days the cursive look so feminine and delicate.
I feel more creative when I write longhand. I’m free from the dictionary and thesaurus. I don’t care if I cross out words or if the ink smudges. I spill my guts and write, not caring at all whether it’s eloquent, funny, or witty. It’s just me, the journal, and the fountain pen.