I hold my pen wrong. My grip evolved uncorrected, and now, in my 40s, there's nothing I can do about it. The muscle memory is too strong, the habit too ingrained. If fact, the bone on the fourth finger of my right hand malformed because of my grip. And that's fine... except that I decided to ask for a fountain pen for Christmas this year. Fountain pens, it turns out, are a thing. There

Hi, friends. It's been a while. I hope you're well. It's a mixed bag over here. My long absence from this space has two main culprits (though, really, just one... just me...). I mentioned in my 2021 journey post that my only goal for this year was to write my book and secure an agent. Well, I've written my book. I'm starting to work on the agent piece. Writing a book--it's about my