The pen is mightier than the sword, and considerably easier to write with. -- Marty Feldman
Susan here ... looking at what’s on my desk –- a pile of scribbled up yellow legal pads, some half-filled notebooks, and a jumble of pens . . . Oh, how I love pens and paper. It’s an addiction, a compulsion, an irresistible thing. I have more pens than I can possibly use, and yet I keep getting new ones. When I’m working on a book, I often write longhand on legal pads or keep notes on research and ideas in journals, and the pens, paper, and notebooks pile up—and are continually in use. I can blow through the ink in a great pen in a day when the ideas are flowing.
We must have hundreds of pens in the house, collected over the years—fountain pens, ballpoints, rollerballs, gel pens, felt-tips, calligraphy pens and nibs, a couple of quill pens, and even two glass pens. They sit in baskets, ceramic mugs, empty tin tea canisters, glass jars, and drawers. They have a myriad of sizes and styles and colors. Every so often I’ll sit down with a big basket of them and go through, tossing the ones that have dried out, or write in globby lines now, tossing the ones I never liked much in the first place, or were kept because I wanted to find the right refill and never got around to it. The favorites that I keep, and continue to buy, are in constant use. I love the colors, the variations in the line, the grip—I have a small hand so I’m particularly fussy about the grip, the weight, and the balance. When I find a pen that fits me and suits me, I’ll buy a dozen in several colors. A few beautiful fountain pens that were gifts over the years are also treasured favorites.
And oh the pencils! I went to art school, so ’nuff said--I adore a good, rich pencil on toothy paper. So much can come of that combination. Those baskets and drawers hold an assortment of pencils too, in all types and colors. Pencils are great for editing, and a good quality colored pencil with a sharp point is perfect for making revision notes when I'm trying out things and changing lines—and erasers are very handy too!
What is it about the writing instrument that is so thrilling to some of us? It’s the classic tool of the writer's trade, and even though we all use computers now, it’s the setting of the pen to paper that creates the initial connection that sparks between the brain and the hand and gets the ideas flowing. People have been putting pen to paper, or stylus to wax, or brush to hide and quill to parchment—or handprints on cave walls—for as long as humans have been around. We are compelled to express ourselves. Writing is one of the most universal ways to
share our thoughts.
Pens began more than likely as reeds dipped in ink of some sort, applied to a support of some kind. Ancient scholars used reeds or animal hair brushes with inks made from berries, acorns, oak gall, iron salts, even snails, and other interesting substances ooky enough for a good inky line. A stylus made of bone or metal was a common writing tool as well. The Romans would drag a stylus in soft wax spread on a wooden tablet, as did the early Britons (who learned it from the Romans). Egyptian scribes would chew the ends of sharpened reeds to soften them so that they would hold enough ink to write a few hieroglyphic symbols, then chew and dip again, and so on across the papyrus page. The reed-and-ink approach is very like the paint-and-brush approach, and many cultures used both to record thoughts, ideas, facts, myths.
Quill pens were first used around the 5th century—although I would think they were used even earlier than that. The most favorable quills were made from the flight feathers of swans and geese, taken from the left wing for a nice curve in the central shaft (and from the right wing for left-handed scribes, if they hadn’t had that sinister left-handedness beaten out of them!).
Quills were a marvelous writing tool, though the ends needed frequent cutting and sharpening with a knife, often dozens of times a day while writing or copying a manuscript. The quill with its natural but shaved point met most writing needs for centuries, until fine metal nibs of brass and then steel were created in the 18th century, and attached to the quills.
Fountain pens are my personal favorite, and I have several. In college I loved drawing up ink out of the bottles, though later most of them converted to pop-in cartridges (not so messy!). I love the smell of the ink, love the way it flows from a great pen. A fountain pen has a certain magic that seems to encourage the writing to flow along with the nib. Fountain pens were invented in the late 19th century by Lewis Waterman. Around the turn of the century, someone thought up the ball point pen, which weren’t terribly popular or affordable until WWII, when they came in very handy out in the field.
Then came Bic pens when a Frenchman named Bich came up with a cheaply produced ball point. Soon after, the Japanese thought up the felt-tip, and then the pen industry moved on in innovative triumph, as it were, to roller balls and gel tips that now sit in abundance in desk drawers. And there are pens that write upside-down, in water, and in outer space, pens that erase, pens that disappear, pens, pens, pens. . . .
I’m sure I have versions of all these types, more or less, in drawers and baskets and broken but still lovely coffee mugs, all in a glorious, colorful jumble of writing implements that tempt and lure and promise wonderful things on paper. Maybe it’s because I was an art major that I always succumb to the lure of a great new pen, the feel of a pen in my hand, and the connection between hand and brain that opens up the imagination.
What’s your favorite sort of pen? Do you go as nuts in a stationery store as you do in a bookstore?
~Susan