Back with the Uniball
Back with the Uniball. thick, rich ink flowing out. Breathe in slow and let it out. Let shoulders relax and down. Drift with the ink without trying to predict next thought or action. This is fast i...
Back with the Uniball. thick, rich ink flowing out. Breathe in slow and let it out. Let shoulders relax and down. Drift with the ink without trying to predict next thought or action. This is fast ink so I want to keep it steady and moving and coming out clean and in a regulated line width. And then we just let it sail and cruise. Dipping an oar in the water we stroke and set the pace. As one oar dips the other end rises on our imagined kayak paddle and is readied for the next dip and in position. The cyclical, recursive nature of the paddling itself keeps the engine running and going. And the art of writing under duress as any wartime reporter would know. Imagine trying to
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