Thoughts that do not make sense while they are trapped in her mind untangle themselves when the pen hits the page. Prayers, hopes, dreams, hurts, fears and realities all makes their way to a page somewhere and in order to do this a pen must be present. Pencils might do in a pinch, but they seem dreadfully vague, and a pen is so clear, so resolute.
Writers are each uniquely particular about their writing instrument. Some spend scads on the perfect pen, while others prefer a plain, ordinary, everyday instrument. Some risk the possibility of being caught with an idea and no way to record it by leaving the house without their precious utensil, while others would never be so daring.
A pen might seem like a simple, little tool, but it is the way a writer catalogs thoughts and feelings. A pen is almost part of the writer, and they feel vulnerable without it.
Over and out,