I purchased a green Jinhao 922 fountain pen off ebay. The pen cost about $1.69 with free shipping. I have heard mixed reviews about these pens however the price was to good not to try one. The nibs can be switched with most #6 nibs. And Goulet Pens now sells their own nibs for the brave tinkerer. I am not there yet. These pens come with a converter, but with some help from Goulet Pens it can be turned into an eyedropper pen. Eyedroppers use the body of the pen for the ink resovior which increases the writing capacity. Although for this particular pen there is a small ball in the end of the pen that needs to be sealed up before filling.
I inked this pen with De Artmentus Aburgine. I am impressed how smoothly and beautifully this pen writes. I bought two of them one for work and one for my journal. I showed my boss and she wanted one after writing with mine. I ordered her pen and it came Friday. I would heartily recomend this pen to anyone looking for a great writing everyday fountain pen. The price is good enough to purchase either in single or in multiples for use and give away pens. The color is a see thru lime green.
Once upon a summer ago I took part of Camp NaNoWriMo and I was so focused on my writing I lost track of the “mundane world” ie reality. Camp is here again and I would like to participate and yet part of me says “Are you Crazy?”. I love writing and it fulfills a part of me whether I am writing for work, creative writing or journaling. Even doodling words on paper fulfills that need. Yet I feel guilty when I focus on my writing and let the “mundane world” go. This letting go affects every aspect of my life. It is as if my brain has switched to auto pilot for that part of my life and becomes so wrapped up in writing that the writing becomes my life.
I have better control when I am journaling and writing for work. Creative writing however controls me, and I feel so guilty that I stop writing. Until I can’t stand it anymore and I turn it loose and then the cycle repeats. Am I crazy? Am I the only one that feels guilty writing and living in my make believe world?
Thoughts to ponder this warm summer evening. Cheers, james
The days of late spring and summer are finally here. We are a little ways into May and it seems good to wear shorts and t-shirts. Although you never fade into Winter’s drab garb in someplace and you never quite seem to visit others. But here in Eastern Carolina we are thrilled you’ve come to visit.
Threes days of “summer vacation” are drawing to a close. Tonight we should be laying on a blanket under the stars listening to the waves caress the sandy beach. Instead I am in my room getting ready for work and the rest of the week tomorrow.
Tuesday was fun. Guardians of the Galaxy vol.2, popcorn and drinks. Afternoon fun hidden from summer heat. Monday was nice too, even if I grilled alone. The flames reminded me, fire is a sneaky beast and will burn the meat if your attention should stray.
All in all Summer thank you for three nice vacation days. Cheers, james
My local radio station 95.1 WRNS used to play a half hour radio program called “The Rest of the Story” hosted by the smooth voiced gentleman, Mr. Paul Harvey. He would come on the air and he would tell you a part of a story and at the end he would tell you who he had been speaking about. And sign off, “and now you know the rest of the story.” Mr. Harvey also advertised for several different products, the two I remember most vividly were JB Weld and Bose radios. How I yearned for the smooth dulced tones of the highly expensive Bose. As of yet I still have not made this dream a reality.
One program I remeber Mr. Harvey telling was about a civil war general that lost his pet chicken. Turns out it was the famous Robert E. Lee and the the infamous Battle of Gettysburg. This story was inspiring to me that someone from history could be so human.
After I left and went to college there wasn’t a radio station that broadcast Mr. Harvey and he was a sorely missed piece of home. Today he crossed my mind and I looked up Mr. Harvey. Sadly he passed away Feb. 28, 2009 at the age of 90. He had been on the radio since before WWII and his last broadcast was a mere week before his passing. Rest in much beloved peace Mr. Harvey and know you touch many, many lives theough your broadcasts.
And now you know the rest of the story, james
I picked up a copy of Mr. Eco’s book last weekend. I had a copy about ten years ago and I couldn’t get into it. This time the story has caught my attention. I offer cudos to Mr. Eco on his writing, however the endless lines of Latin have driven me nuts. This is the first time I have ever considered writing in the margins. It seems there are more folks that write books in their books than I realized. Marginalium, according to Merrium Webster, is marginal notes. It orginated from Medeval latin. There are lots of expamples in the old iluminated manuscripts of marginalia that show glimps into a scribes’s working life.
One of the IJ facebook group told me there is a book he wrote after Rose that gives the translations of the latin phrases. Why didn’t it come with my copy? Seems like that should have been a no brainer. Great book well recieved except for stumbling over the latin. So companion book. Brillant. Which means I don’t have to write in my book. I just have to find a copy of the companion book.
Cheers I am going back to my reading. james
The wind is wild tonight. Trees are whipping and moaning. The power lines spark when they slap together. All in all a nasty night for man and beast. And yet there is something that calls to me from the wild heart of the storm. A call echoed about within my soul. Dear tempest do you know how you temp me? Calling me to embrace the fiece wild wind. No, I thought not. I don’t understand it either.
Cheers on a windy night. Be smart and stay safe. james
Last couple of months I haven’t posted as much as I wanted. However I couldn’t seem to find the words. I read a few books and posted the reviews and that was fun. My stories on the other hand, I had trouble putting pen to paper. I have thought about them quite a bit, yet it never translated to words on the page.
I know I am far from the first and far from the last to experience this. It is comforting knowing I’m right there in the middle with everybody else and fustrated that I can’t seem to move past it. I just finished reading a Conan story and it has rekindled my passion for the Cimmerian. Mr. Howard’s hero is still valid and worthy of consideration in our modern world.
In my NaNoWriMo project, Manuscripts, Ephinanies, Illuminated, Conan plays a part first as a comissioned project and they when my heronine needs to believe in herself. The Cimmerian visits her dreams to build her confidence. Ambitious but worthwhile project, if I could just get the story out of my head and on the paper.
Here’s to a new month and inspired writing. Cheers, james