Not much pen news from me. I have yet to go to a pen show, but I’d like to! The fountain pen show circuit used to be autumn-heavy on the East Coast, but it looks like a lot of it has moved to springtime. I never remember Pelikan Hubs early enough in the year to register for it. And I always miss the August DC Fountain Pen Supershow because of Barrelhouse Writer Camp. (I’ll be at Conversations and Connections this Saturday. Are you going? Please say hi! I’ll try, too.)
I promise the next installment will have no Pilot products in it. Because if I was reading this Substack? I’d be like: FFS, just get a room already.
Until then,
E
P.S. Household has increased/decreased by one. We adopted a 7 year old black cat named Cookie from the local animal shelter. Dude is easily the most people-loving cat I have ever met. Roaster has been a little cynical but she’s not walking around the house crying or hiding under the bed anymore, and Cookie’s gradually winning her over. Instagram is where all that goes. Meanwhile, Roaster’s human sibling started law school and is hopefully not hiding or crying under the bed either.
P.P.S. I keep typing things here and deleting them, and THAT is why I use pens.