I came across some old photos yesterday, which is just as well, as my mind is a blank and at least they give me something to post.I have been meaning to write this post since yesterday morning and the few thoughts I’ve had are rubbish.
A.A. Milne wrote of The Pleasure of Writing:
[W]hen I have a new nib in my pen, then I can go straight from my breakfast to the blotting paper, and a new sheet of foolscap fills itself magically with a stream of blue-black words.
But although I have a new cartridge of ink in the printer, it doesn’t seem to have the same effect.
Perhaps I should go and find a pen and try writing by hand. Then again, life was simpler for Milne. I wonder what sort of writing implement he would choose if he were alive today.