I love to write. Not just type (although since I received my MacBook Air for Christmas I'm kind of obsessed with typing on it).
I love to write on paper. One of the greatest tragedies of my life is the lackluster quality of my handwriting. My mother and grandmother before her had gorgeous penmanship. Me? I write like a prepubescent boy. It seriously is a source of (a small amount) of sadness in my life.
But I don't let my messy writing stop me, because I love it.
This is my current favorite pen. The long, narrow tip allows me to watch the ink flow onto the once blank paper.
But, it's more than ink. It's ideas. It's creation.