Me and my writing

In case you can’t read my scratchings: Sometimes my writing is just so I can hold the pen and watch the words come out of the nib, liquidly, with ink in whatever colour I might have chosen (u

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Writing whatever

When I looked at today’s topic*, this morning, my mind went blank. If I can’t handle a free topic, does this mean I won’t be able to blog once this month is over, and there are no

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On my desk

It is clutter: diary, journal, fountain pen, instructions for German language course, fountain pen, postcard, ereader cords, bottles of ink, a lamp, pieces of paper in various sizes, a handleless m

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