I’ve always wanted to be a writer. To take readers on an exciting journey somewhere. Somewhere good. Somewhere fun. Somewhere insightful and clever. Something in pencil. I like the impermanence of pencil. If you make a mistake, just add an eraser. Not everything ever gets totally erased. No matter how hard you try, there is always that little remnant of the mistake left behind to remind you. You can write over it and perhaps forget what the mistake was, but the blemish reminds you to be more careful next time.
To be any good at writing, I need to write more. That’s here, The Unmechanical Pencil. Here I’ll explore some of the stuff I want to write about – life and stories. Like many writers, I write wonderfully clever in my head. It’s sharp and clear in that ethereal space between my ears. Something happens when it travels down my spine, through the neurons of my shoulders, arms, and fingers. It’s gets muddier, less clever. Obviously, there is a need for practice.
I love a good mechanical pencil. One with a fine lead that meets the paper softly without breaking. That glides so all the letters – printed only, never cursive – look neat like a draftsman. The body has to fit the hand. Too thin and I find myself gripping tightly. I’ve never come across a really fat one. That’s left to pen manufacturers. Pencil people know there’s no room for plump.
My favorite is the Parker pencil. Affordable. Reliable. 7mm lead. I don’t remember the lead rating. Could there be a more confusing system? B, HB, and I don’t remember many others. I think after buying three or four packs I’ve finally hit on the HB, but I could not tell you for sure.
Anyway, this is my spot to write. Thank you internet