I had this weird dream that you sent me a fountain pen and all sorts of weird accessories. Like syringes for inserting ink into its cartridge. And I couldn’t make it work and that made me feel guilty.
I blame the thread.
I promise not to push any weird accessories...
Seriously, there are folks who *do* use a syringe and refill cartridges. Me, I think that’s too much trouble when you can get a converter and just fill from the bottle.
But I’m guessing that isn’t your thing, either. ;-)
Speaking of weird dreams, I dreamed that it turned out that Tolkien had lived in this mobile home in his later years.
I was thinking, if that’s not motivation for writing, I don’t know what is.
I have *no* idea why or how my subconscious came up with that.