I love the feeling of a well crafted modern pen gliding exactly where I want it to. Well as close an approximation to “exact” as my nerves and muscles have devolved to. But that’s life, right? So shaky or not, it still feels good, even if the results aren’t exactly what I’d like them to be. Being in cursive is enough of a security block that 1/2 the population couldn’t read what I wrote anyway!
That’s part of what I miss when I type instead of write. Although I type faster than when I write in cursive, my accuracy typing has slipped a bit over the years. I want to get to accurate and reliable speech-to-text transcription, but it costs more than I’m willing to pay. So far. But that isn’t pen to paper either!
When I was on the road, I kept a journal, but also planned out what my travel plans were going to be. Now I have a record of that whole process.
I don’t get a lot done, because I don’t get started. I don’t put pen to paper.
Sixty years 