The Written Word

I was feeling all kinds of ranty and pissy today - not because of anything that happened - it was a perfectly acceptable day - full of good talk and friends and you know the usual. I was just so tired and riding a headache fading in and out (Ooo, side note that 4head pain relief stick thing is a bloody marvel and I may never take another pill for a headache again… Hey 4head guys? Cheques in the post right?) and unable to grab… the er… the ermm… you know, thing that makes the day stick together.

I had a whole plan of going to bed as soon as I got in but, well, I had no ideas for this post so I knew that was going to take some time; and I was hungry.

But tiredness… and then I saw an envelope. with handwriting on it. A letter. A hand written letter. And after I read it I was smiling and I felt really truly… something or another. I don’t know. I have to start writing more, I mean with a pen. The physical act of writing is so therapeutic - it always has been.

And the really great thing about it no one can read my handwriting (well, hardly anyone) unless I try to keep it neat, and where’s the fun in that?! My drunk spider scrawl on speed is like the best encryption in the world. When they come up with the code based version of it the world’s banking systems are safe… and as long as they give me credit and credit for the source then happy as Larry am I.

I just hope some ideas come out of it. Another cool thing about pens - they never run out of power.