I am a fountain pen lover. Have been one since that day 17 years ago a colleague introduced me to the magic of flowing words. Love the way they flow out in tune with your thoughts and take solid form on the pages of a pad. The act of filling and caring for my fountain pen itself is a labor of love. I am no lover of the common ball point nor am I a fan of graphite. I had briefly romanced graphite when the frenzy of drawing had seized me. But then perhaps maturity took over and today I love to paint pictures through words.

Luckily, being a writer in the ad field has been a saving grace...or a natural progression.  While many writers in the trade prefer to ruminate in front of the PC waiting for the God of inspiration to strike I turn over a new leaf and with pen poised over the page look at the words as they form. Slowly translating random thoughts into concrete words.

While this can be viewed as Quixotic in todays scenario, its no less strange as a person typing a tribute to the written word on a screen! Oh so sweet the bitter taste of irony!

So if anyone out there is also a fan of fountain pens then do write in. Perhaps we can form our own terrorist group and conquer the marauding hordes  that plague the countryside….or atleast die trying.