Total pages written since this post (July 29): 19
Total pages to date since project inception (Dec 11/13): 1122
Total pages written in 2015: 282
I’ve been using my Parker Urban fountain pen in black for the past few days, as it is the August Pen of the Month. This is what I love about this pen: I haven’t used it in well over a month, maybe even two, and when I popped the cap off and started to write, it wrote beautifully, with no hard starts or skips whatsoever. I find that so impressive.
My next Pen of the Month will be chosen on August 26.
Purchases: OOPS! I was so excited about my giveaway I forgot to write a review of my new TWSBI Eco. I promise I will write one this weekend. I haven’t made any purchases this week.
Some points covered this week in my journals:
- I was trying out my TWSBI Eco – what a pen! I’m very impressed with the nib. More on that this weekend.
- I made a ton of notes for my giveaway, trying to figure out what prizes I would put together and how I would run it, this being my first time. Thank you so much to those of you who have entered/commented, and for the rest of you the giveaway runs until Aug 22 so enter now to win one of five prizes!
- My poor father came to me Saturday morning, in a panic, because he had lost his phone. I told him I would phone it from my phone to see if it was in the house (he lives in our basement apartment). His face lit up; clearly he thought I was brilliant! So we phoned it and sure enough we could hear it faintly ringing. We went into his bedroom and tried to move toward the sound. We moved clothes and the comforter on his bed but still couldn’t find the phone. I must have phoned it seven times and still we couldn’t find the blasted thing. But we could hear it and it seemed to be right under our very noses! And that’s because it was. I dropped to my knees in frustration to search in the closet and there it was, under the bed. We both had a good laugh over that. It occurred to me that we are so connected to our phones; from the besotted teenager to the 40-somethings to the elderly, we can’t seem to live without them. Sad but true.
Until next post, happy writing!