 Some might say it was forced upon me. I prefer to call it synchronicity. I can’t tell you which came first: the seventh grade supply list, or the calligraphy set. Every year, as the summer months would fade into crisp autumn weather, I would look forward to back to school shopping with the tenacity of an athlete before a big game. The year I turned twelve, I found out I was accepted at a private school my older cousin was attending. Armed with the insider information that we would be required to write with a fountain pen, I scoured the papers looking for the mythical pen once carved from the feathers of birds. These writing instruments had fallen out of fashion over half a century ago. In their stead, drawers filled with one-time use roller ball pens, often with logos and phone numbers of local businesses. Their novelty faded quickly, and I longed for something more - something that would match my love of the written word, something with gravitas (though I would never know then to describe it as such). I started stalking the pen isle of the local office supply store. There, on the bottom shelf, tucked almost imperceptibly under box-sets of Bics, was the wine-red box from Sheaffer containing two barrels, three nibs, and a selection of coloured inks. I tucked it further under the shelf and went to find my parents. For months I begged and begged for the “plume” set (the French word for fountain pen, reminiscent of its ancestral lineage), describing in detail where they could find it, and how useful it would be for my future education. Then, one holiday, I unwrapped a parcel, seated on a carpet the same colour as the prized box set. I was soon to discover that the nibs were too broad, that the requirements for school were for thinner, fine nibs, and that blue ink was the only acceptable colour for our notes and our devoirs. Searching for a fountain pen that fit these parameters would lead me to boutique stationery shops and flea markets selling novelty merchandise from overseas, where I would steadily add to my growing collection. With the rise in popularity of modern calligraphy, not only is access to fountain pens much easier, but there is such a variety that has entered both the mainstream and artisanal commerce - a veritable buffet of craftsmanship.  The fountain pen itself is layered in history. Through this tool we can imagine the writers who came before us, the creation of manuscripts and mathematical equations painstakingly copied out by candlelight, with ink pot, pen knife (aptly named for its original use) and blotting paper the necessary companions of the mighty quill. Though the mechanics of the fountain pen have been updated and simplified to facilitate its daily use in a modern world, something of the devoted effort it takes to write in ink remains. In school, I was taught that writing with a fountain pen requires two things: reflection before putting ink down, and conviction once it was on the page. To this I say, yes and… An open connection to one’s own thoughts, written out in a stream of ink that coaxes a continuity by its very nature. The writer is lured by the flow of ink to use the art of calligraphy (or, as I learned it, “lettres-attachées”) to keep thoughts spilling from mind to paper, barely lifting the point of the nib off the page. This romanticized vision of penning one’s thoughts without censure and without a tidy means of erasing the words on the page can inspire an honesty and a vulnerability in writing from the heart.  Over the years, I have collected dozens of fountain pens, decanted innumerable bottles of ink in a variety of colours, sheens, and drying times onto paper through the precision of metal nibs from fine to broad. I have learned about proper storage, cleaning and maintenance, and the patience required when thoughts are thwarted by an empty ink cartouche. I am still in the process of figuring out how to write with the dip pens I was gifted, and how to alter my technique based on an ink’s viscosity (it’s been a blotchy process). And when it all gets a little overwhelming, I pull out the original set of fountain pens I unwrapped over two decades ago, fill the reservoir with fresh ink, and channel the childlike sense of wonder that inspired this journey.
I hope you get the chance, at least once in your life, to glide the nib of a fountain pen across the smooth surface of a glossy page, to sign your name with a flourish, and to walk away proudly with ink stains on your fingers. Always, Katherine P.S. A little note about how this vignette came to life: I received the latest No+Ro newsletter highlighting Fountain Pen Day on November 2nd, with a giveaway. Entry was simple: {...reply to this email and let us know why you fell in love with fountain pens.} The reply went from email to essay, and this was the story that emerged.
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Happy New Year! As is customary this time of year, I am once again thinking about habits and resolutions. Having given up traditional resolutions last year, but unable to shake the desire to try something new, I decided to conduct a little experiment: Try out a habit for one week. Seven days. That's it. Then, move on to something else. Wait - what?  Ditch the 21 day habit framework. Give yourself the freedom to try something new every week. I didn't realize I was on to something big until I shared this little experiment in the chat of a webinar, and it got a wave of interest. (Ok, so it was one person, but the host liked the idea too!) They asked about the rules and the different habits I would be attempting this year. There is only one rule: Try the habit for seven consecutive days. By challenging yourself to short bursts, you are building your capacity to stick to a goal with multiple small wins. When the seven days are up, you can move on to something new. I suspect I'll likely loop around to the same few habits over the course of the next 52 weeks, but this method allows for variety and gives me the freedom to choose. So far, here is my list of habits to try, one week at a time:
The trick? Attempt to work on these habits in weekly rotations, at roughly the same time every day (that is why they are split into AM and PM lists). That way, you train your body and your brain to do something at that time, regardless what the habit is; you're conditioning a response to the time, not the action. The idea of using time is not novel, but I am suggesting you don't have to make one habit stick - you will be making the process stick. Who is this habit experiment for? Those who crave freedom within a framework; Those who are too rebellious to stick to 21 days; Those who are curious; Those who want to experiment with new habits; Those who want to approach habits in a playful way.
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