I dipped my fountain pen this morning because it was being finicky, and more than the usual amount of ink flowed into my water glass. I leapt to find a camera as it spiraled.
I’ve probably drunk more than the average amount of ink in my life, as I’ve been using fountain pens since middle school and I’ve used this method to loosen up the ink fairly often. After a few minutes, it’s integrated into the water and you can hardly even taste it.
I’m also quite susceptible to extracting moral and metaphor from my daily life. (I blame Sunday school.)
When I first discovered fountain pens, I tended to shatter pencil leads or get a hand cramp from bearing down too hard for too long on a ball point pen. There’s no quicker way to ruin a fountain pen nib than to press too hard. They’ve helped me lighten up both literally and metaphorically. I can’t push my creativity too hard or it will balk.
On the other hand, if I neglect my writing, my fountain pen will dry up and I will need to tender it some care before I can expect it to flow again.
See where I’m going with this? The creative process is much the same. If I don’t use it I won’t exactly lose it, but I can’t expect it to tumble out of my brain/soul/fingertips like a mountain stream, either.
p.s. Note to my photographer self: It would be cool if you could keep your area free of background distractions at all times so you could get clear shots of stuff like ink in glasses.
I only got these two shots because in my hurry to clear the table I bumped the glass and the ink dissipated faster. Okay… There must be a lesson here, too.