I drew my mightier-than-the-sword pen and spilled ink on the virgin page.\u00a0 I came, I saw, I wrote.\u00a0 This page, nay, this journal is mine!<\/p>\n
A humorous event:\u00a0\u00a0 I asked my wife, who was running an errand yesterday near the stationary store, to pick up a new Cross refill for my pen.\u00a0 Late this morning while writing something at work, the cartridge ran out of ink.\u00a0 I’ve been thinking for some time I was about ready for a refill, but it wasn’t until yesterday I felt it with some urgency.\u00a0 Maybe the pen and I have some strange supernatural connection?<\/p>\n
So the ink I laid down on the pure, white page was itself, also virgin, fresh, pure.<\/p>\n
Was that ink at the top of the cartridge,\u00a0what emerged first, thicker, richer, the fatter part risen to the top, perfect for lush, dense, amazon sentences?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I drew my mightier-than-the-sword pen and spilled ink on the virgin page.\u00a0 I came, I saw, I wrote.\u00a0 This page, nay, this journal is mine! A humorous event:\u00a0\u00a0 I asked my wife, who was running an errand yesterday near the … Continue reading