Long lost written word.

I like to write. I was always that friend that wrote 4 letters for every letter I received. I never really wrote anything of much substance but there was always a lot of it. Then I got a computer and all that kinda died off. I used to keep journals of what I did everyday. Not a diary but a literal account what I did that day.

June 4 1995 (I am making this up) School, McDonald's with mom. Called Emily.
That would of been an example of what I wrote. I did it for a couple years.

Now the only things I physically write are notes at meeting at work and some post its (or as my dad calls them Sticky Damnits)

That was until I got a new pen.

I am bit like this over it. (it is worth watching if you have 4 minutes) It is hand carved by a local artist, it is Padauk wood from West Africa. Dave got it for me from this really nice guy at a craft fair this weekend. I then spent the rest of the weekend writing notes to Dave and making him reply in writing. I also copied down lines from Mad Men last night. I wrote until my hand hurt.
I am a rightie and I usually have a death grip

If it starts to hurt I try to let up some. Like this.

I felt so fancy this morning pulling it out of my purse and signing a slip with it. Also I didn't get the cooties public register pens all have. I only get my own cooties.

If you haven't written anything in awhile you should take 5 minutes today and just write what ever comes to mind. It was very cathartic. I just wish my arm didn't hurt!

Do you still write letters? Who do you write to?
I am bad and don't write to many people anyone. I was writing with my friend Eden and sadly that is it. I have been bad and I think it is my turn to reply. I used to have a Russian pen pal for years. We were paired up in elementary school. I wrote to her through high school too. I loved how she always wrote on graph paper.