The Runny Pen

Ah, the pen. I write about the pen from my computer’s keyboard. But the pen is the only way to start a worthy piece of writing. I’m sure there are people who grew up on the computer exclusively, kids born in the eighties maybe, with primitive Mac’s in their bedrooms or classrooms who prefer the computer keyboard to the pencil or pen. But even those writers, when not in the vicinity of a computer, will scramble for the certainty of a runny blue Bic, frantically ripping the cap off with their teeth, grateful for a found napkin or menu or a spiral binder so they can expel those words from their frontal lobes, shooting sentences down their Aortas into veins which bleed thoughts through a tight fist clenching an eighty-nine cent pen. The writer can clean it up in a Word program later, but I ask you, where would that story or family recipe or movie review or love letter be without the pen?