When we were in Boston Sunday (soaking up all the rich history concerning Colonial Boston and its huge role in the American Revolution), my wonderful sister-in-law bought me a little gift at one of the souvenir shops, a gift that I just love: an old-fashioned looking feather pen.
I already have an antique ink well, courtesy of my mother. Now I have a quill pen to dip into it. Well, I can pretend to anyway...and now my little writing desk really does look quite Jane Austen-esque, doesn't it?
I may not use my laptop computer anymore. Instead of blogging, I may just begin keeping a journal--old school-style.
As much as I complain about my trials and tribulations in Cyberville (the way-less-fun cousin of Margaritaville), I can't imagine scratching out my thoughts laboriously, in my messy cursive...having to break out the old White-Out bottle instead of merely backspacing to delete errors...mailing out hand-written copies of my musings to my usual list of followers...
I think I'll just keep on blogging. But don't you just love my new pen?