a pen...

...to write with

or to have laying about - looking pretty...

yet it's no ordinary pen - this one was made for me by my oldest brother - a couple of years ago, he decided to begin a new hobby - pen making - he was intrigued with working the colors together - creating something special with his lathe - being artistic... it worked - it's become one of my very favorite writing utensils - which leads me to say...

not all pens are the same - nosireebob... they are all different - as night is to day - as summer is to winter - and for me, deciding which pen i'm going to use is very near to ritualistic - the pen cannot be a simple stick pen - unless, of course, it's characteristics are such that the ink is gorgeous and the tip glides across your paper... the weight of the pen is important as well - a writing implement must have some heft - no light-weight lewy will cut it for me - i need to hold a pen in the palm of my hand, feeling the weight of it - sensing it knows the responsibility it's about to undertake with me, as we put thought to paper - it must be able to handle this task with strength and endurance - being bold, not meek - ready to quiver and quake when faced with my request of verbiage...

not many pens have been able to stand the test of time - some have given a valiant effort it is true - but they grow weary and faint after only a few months - giving up the ghost, proving unworthy of my labor... however my brother landed on the cusp of genius with his creation of this pen (although i've not told him that - he already has an inflated ego...) - i merely left it as a gentle "oh, yes - it's a rather nice pen - great color impact" - so that we're on good terms - i can hold close my secret - relishing the excitement that comes each time i pick up this glorius piece of work - together creating...

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happy day.....