Welcome to my Birthday Week during which I post random, interesting or embarrassing facts about myself, and today and today I have something writing-related.
For the last several years I’ve been mostly using keyboard in my writing. The fact I lived close to work, so no commuting, and had access to a PC during my lunch breaks had definitely contributed to that, but I still handwrite on occasion, and I always have two notebooks in my bag. One is small, for those random sentences and ideas that come in the middle of the street, the other one is bigger, and meant for any writing I do away from my laptop.
And where are notebooks, there has to be a pen, too!
For the most of my life, I’ve been using cartridge and fountain pens. It started in the primary school when I discovered that writing with a nib is much smoother than with a ball-point pen, and I promptly switched. I discovered a whole new array of problems connected to my left-handedness, since the ink often didn’t dry fast enough as I wrote (especially when jotting down notes at school), but I learned to compensate by holding my hand at another angle.
My first pens were cheap kiddie ones, with colorful pictures. Then, as I grew up, my taste steered toward more elegant and simpler design. My pens still might have been cheap plastic ones, but at least they looked the part.
It was also when I got to nurture my dislike for anything blue (funny enough, I like the color, as long as it has nothing to do with what I wear or own): I quickly switched from blue ink to black, and then had an adventure with green. Sadly, the latter turned out to be too bright, especially when I insisted on using greenish paper in my private correspondence (those were the crazy 90s when people actually wrote “real” letters to one another). Then, with the capitalism progressing, more ink colors hit the market and this is how I was introduced to purple which for the next 20 years or so had remained my faithful companion. I might temporarily substitute purple with black when I don’t have any cartridges left, but as of rule I try to be well-stocked when it comes to purple.
But I digress and there’s a pen! THE PEN!
During my time at the university, I got to pay a bit more for the pens, and Parker—the most popular brand at the time—seemed an obvious choice. Well, it wasn’t. Their rather bulky design and too thick nib annoyed me, and even though I owned several of them, they never grew on me.
This is when I came across Waterman. My father had received a gift: a set of a ballpoint pen and a fountain pen, but since he didn’t use the latter, he passed it onto me. I could say it was the love from the first written sentence: fine nib matched my rather tiny handwriting (with Parker’s wider nib, half of my letters were always becoming illegible blobs of ink), and a smooth, rather thing design fitted perfectly in my hand. And that look: chrome-like stainless steel with silver details!
Waterman’s Hemisphere (as this is the pen’s name) stayed with me for over 5 years, though with the excessive usage, the cap loosened, and the pen would often slip out, causing the ink to dry out. And, sadly, one day it must have slipped out when I was taking something out of the bag, because I was left with the cap only. The drama didn’t last long: I was determined to get it “back”, and after scouring the Internet for the name, I bought a replacement during one of my trips to Poland.
Then, some more years later, my bag got stolen (silly Melfka, it was partially her fault!). Of all the things gone (wallet, phone, and an mp3 player included), I mourned the loss of my notebooks and my pen the most (and maybe also that one text in which Inq had said “I love you” for the first time, but that’s another story: and it’s not like I’m going to forget that message any time soon). Nothing could be done to recover all the notes from the notebooks, but I could make sure I had my pen again.
And here I am, with “the same” Waterman Hemisphere I’ve owned for over ten years. I might be typing most of my texts, but I still use it to write notes, letters, and Christmas cards. And if I can help it, I’m not switching it any time soon.
What about you? Do you have your favorite pen?
This post is a part of Melfka’s Birthday Week in which I share some interesting or embarrassing facts about myself. Posted so far (links will be updated daily):
– Melfka’s Birthday Week Introduction
– Melfka’s Birthday Week: The Witch’s Black Cat
– Melfka’s Birthday Week: The Love of Earrings
– Melfka’s Birthday Week: The Writer’s Special Pen (this post)
– Melfka’s Birthday Week: The Dancing Klutz