moondoggie

Companies will never admit it. They’ll drive this shit right into the ground and keep digging

A Hongdian M2 fountain pen. It’s just under $20 and is perfectly pocket-sized. Nice and heavy and the cap screws on for when you get fidgety. I just decided to get into sketching, so I got the bent tip and it’s glorious. You’ll need to get them some ink too. I went simple with the Hongdian black for around $10. If you know their favorite color, you can do that instead. So about $30 for two stocking stuffers that will set them on a journey. Even though I got it to sketch with, I use it all the time for writing too. And now I want ALL THE FOUNTAIN PENS.

“All I want for Christmas is You,” but only from March to August.

Edit: Except for the 4th of July, which is a twelve minute version of the National Anthem.

Brawndo. It mutilates my thirst and, as a bonus, it’s got what plants crave.

I’d call that boomer-adjacent. You think you should be able to, but boomers believe you actually can.

1. There’s a lot for people to read out there, people keep writing. There’s a lot for people to listen to out there, people keep making music. There’s a lot for people to see out there, people keep making music, television, and art. Somehow artists keep getting read, listened to, and seen.

2. A lot of people are saying just write. Narrow that down ‘cause that can be overwhelming in its own right. First stop trying to write whatever you’re trying to write and write something totally different. Trying to write the next great science fiction novel? Write an essay about a factual historical subject. Trying to write a definitive work of scientific theory? Write a few haikus about romance. Trying to write your manifesto to show the world the truth? Okay, maybe stick with the writer’s block there.

Basically the writer’s block will or already has turned into a spiraling rut that’s going to get worse until you break it. You don’t get out of the path by following the path. Turn around and go the other way for a bit until you find some level ground.

And now that I’ve written this comment, I’ve broken my own writer’s block and can get back to writing hardcore erotic poetry in iambic pentameter. Pardon me while I try to make facial rhyme with glacial.

To pass butter.