The pen may be mightier than the sword, but these days I'm not sure if it beats the keyboard.I have always been in love with all things to do with writing: fountain pens and thick blank notebooks, creamy sheets of letter paper, the smell of Ticonderoga pencils in the morning. I often practiced printing for hours on end until my letter Ys had the perfect tail or until my handwriting looked like the lettering on the back of an Eagles album.
But now my thoughts respond to the keyboard instead. Much as I mourn the lost art of handwriting, the words pour out of me at the speed of light, and only the keyboard can keep up.
So, the love for the pen lives on, but the keyboard is my weapon of choice.
