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Posted by Dirck on 6 September, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 3 September
  • 4 September
  • 5 September
  • 6 September
  • Third Draft of “A Legion of Candles.”
  • Third Draft of “The Third Frame.”
  • First draft of “Kick a Cat…”
  • The grinding, faceting and polishing of a gem of deathless prose!
  • Um… ditto.
  • 13 manuscript pages.

I hope you all enjoyed Labour Day. I marked it by labouring to keep the Lego glaciers of my son’s making from engulfing the living room, which kept me from the Choose Your Own project.

If you missed it in the sidebar– there’s a new story on the writing site, the genesis of which I explain in this post.

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Lupine Nostalgia

Posted by Dirck on 31 August, 2018

I was listening to a presentation of “Peter and the Wolf” while driving back from lunch just now, and it felt like Fate suggesting today’s film. So, sure.

I also spent much of that insubstantial drive trying to imagine the story from the wolf’s point of view– even listening to this very version as a kid, I did find my sympathies leaning toward the wolf, and now, aware of habitat encroachment and the vital role of apex predators in every ecosystem, that inclination grows.

Today’s pen: Parker Moderne (which is, coincidentally, about the same age as the piece of music)
Today’s ink: Herbin Lie de Thé

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Posted by Dirck on 23 August, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 20 August
  • 21 August
  • 22 August
  • 23 August
  • Second draft† of “A Legion of Candles.”
  • Third (Threcond? Secird?) draft of the same.
  • Third draft of “When Regrets Replace Dreams.”
  • 56 words typed.‡
  • 6,250 words all together, many pre-typed.
  • So many typos. So many.

 

†Usually my path is hand-written first, typed second, and then off for comment by readers before third. This story got a complete POV change and I didn’t feel like restarting the process, so because I’m the boss of me! we might consider this second draft more of a v.1.1.

‡ After vast struggle to push the narrative forward on Monday, I realized belatedly that it wasn’t moving because it had fetched up against the buffers at the last station on the line. Those 56 words are vanishing as I smack around the current version into the usual “second draft” shape, so what this really records is the waste of a whole writing session.

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Parenting Trouble

Posted by Dirck on 9 October, 2013

But first– I have been made aware that October is Pit Bull Awareness Month.  Let’s all take a moment to look under our chairs.

*skreek*

Well, that’s a relief.  I’d hate to be unaware of a pit bull.

Enough of this point dodging, though.  I’ve got what is, by my measures, a really serious problem, composed of the intersection of my son and the educational system.  Last winter I mentioned his initial brush with education, and the interesting discovery about how he holds a writing device.  I was slightly concerned, but viewed as something that could be addressed when the time came.

Apparently I should have been doing something about it over the summer.

Wife and I had a little visit with his kindergarten teacher recently, at an open house and indoor picnic (the only day in the past two months there’s been a good firm rain), and she mentioned that she was having a little trouble convincing him to hold a pencil right.  She even showed us the training device she’s made, a triangle of the finger-stalls worn by people who have to riffle paper for a living which can be set around a pencil– kid puts thumb and two fingers in the rubber bits, and presto, a correct pencil grip.

Mmmmmmm… sorta.  With all three fingers pointing the same direction, the pencil ends up very vertical, and the inclination is to use the fingers to move the pen around.  If we’re undoing a “bad” habit (see how far I unbend?), let’s not replace it with another.  I resolved to make his Griffix pencil a part of the evening routine.

Last night, we sat down together, I with my pen (at which, bless him, an “ooh” noise was made) and he with his pencil.  I showed him how I was holding mine, showed him the landing zones and encouraging smiley face on his, and got his hand arranged about it.  We made some letters, in no particular sequence.  We made some numbers, likewise.  All very comradely, until the number 5 came up.  5 is a bit of a problem, because it’s not a single gesture.  Make an inverted sickle, then return to the start for the crossbar.

My son, new to the game, was having a little trouble with targeting the second step.  Three tries, all recognizably 5 but all also recognizably written by someone who is a beginner at running a pencil.

Our discovery, last night, is that our son gets pretty wound up when he can’t do something to a high degree of skill right away.  Pencil was dashed to the table.  Tears.  Howling.  A tantrum that happily left out the banging of head upon the floor.  Frequent holding up of a hand in the classic stop gesture, but in this case meant to keep us from looking at him.

It’s an early age to internalize disgrace, and a terrible thing to feel it over.  He doesn’t cling to such moods, hoorah, so hopefully our next session won’t be tainted.  If anyone can suggest an effective way to persuade a five-year-old with a mere wisp of autism in his makeup that perfection isn’t required at the first or even hundredth attempt, I’m ready to grab on with both hands.  In an interesting confluence, his recent discovery of Despicable Me, this little setback, and a thing shown me by a Facebook acquaintance a few days ago may come together to make for his first motivational poster:

If only we didn't despise motivational posters.

If only we didn’t despise motivational posters.

Today’s pen: Parker Moderne
Today’s ink: Reeves blue-black

Post Script– on the imperfection front, I may not be around for an entry tomorrow, due to arranging delivery of some pens.  I’m not above back-to-back film days, but I’ve been relying on Youtube an awful lot lately.

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The Late Show

Posted by Dirck on 22 July, 2013

Power outage over lunch at The Regular Job.  Most unexpected.  I begin to wonder if there’s a connection to the pen/ink combination and the inability to get a post out, although last time was my own doing rather than mysterious failures affecting hundreds.

Today’s pen: Parker Moderne
Today’s ink: Noodler’s Walnut

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Oh, look at the time.

Posted by Dirck on 18 July, 2013

Dummy took a “moment” to respond to an email, and most of my composition time has fled.  I’m sure you can live with the disappointment, and I’ll try to make up for it with something really spectacular for tomorrow’s film.

Today’s pen: Parker Moderne
Today’s ink: Noodler’s Walnut

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Friday Fun

Posted by Dirck on 30 September, 2011

An unusually short window, so how about another film?  Not in the least pen-related, but it may brighten a day all the same.

My son found this, and it strikes me as interesting that a Soviet-made film would encourage such a leisurely approach to life.

Today’s pen, pausing frequently to enjoy life’s pleasures: Parker Moderne
Today’s ink, enhancing the world’s beauty: Diamine Majestic Blue

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Should I Be Seeing This?

Posted by Dirck on 28 September, 2011

I mentioned a while ago that I have a nice-looking and totally non-functional silver Eversharp pencil.  Well, I’ve been letting it soak in a light oil (the worst outcome of which, I’m told, is the dissolution of the leads and a subsequent toil of cleaning graphite/clay goo out of the interstices), and it loosened things up.  A great deal of twisting, crown in one direction, barrel t’other, and there was movement!  Moments later, I had this:

GAAHHHH!  ITS SKIN CAME OFF!

Here’s why I avoided biology classes in school.  I find the skinning of things alarming.  Happily, with a writing implement, there’s not much in the way of grue.  What the oil soak accomplished was to release the nose cone, which has a major role in keeping the insides inside.  The crown remains firmly mated to the inner portion, and soaking proceeds anew.  I’ll also mention that the clip looks rather sprung because it’s normally held in place by the inner tube.

Today’s pen: Parker Moderne
Today’s ink: Diamine Majestic Blue

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Chloroform

Posted by Dirck on 26 September, 2011

It is, after more rational consideration, not the answer.  It provides at best a short-term solution, and tends to generate fresh and larger problems.

However…. I set my alarm Saturday night to get me up at my regular working week hour to provide a nice long window to work on a pen too long left sitting, as my usual rising during the week is some hours ahead of the rest of the family when they follow their normal course. At 4:30am, I was awakened by my son, alternately boucing on the bed and delivering kisses to whatever part of the parental faces came in sight; there are worse ways to be hauled up out of slumber’s well, but that’s not an hour that any way really looks good.  As the morning person in the family, I got up to make sure he’d do himself no injury, and brooded upon the cost of and potential distributors of chloroform.

A short-term solution, and the gratification it would provide is vastly outweighted by the long-term problems (brain-damaged son, frisky cell-mates, pens sold off to pay lawyer’s fees).  It’s probably just as well it’s not easily gotten.

Today’s still-drowsy pen: Parker Moderne
Today’s ink: Diamine Majestic Blue

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Pretend to be a Time Traveller Day

Posted by Dirck on 8 December, 2010

According to a facebook thing, that’s today.   There are two options, if I may save you having to rattle down the link– be from the future or the past  (he who poses the Day splits future into Utopian and Dystopian, but that can be a matter of where one stands).

I, of course, am cheating because I generally dress in keeping with this notion, and could claim to be from either past or future.  Observe the kit:  fedora (currently hanging up with the pea-jacket, by the galoshes), horn-rimmed glasses, festive tie, waistcoat, fountain pen, Oxford shirt, cuffed trousers suspended with button-terminal braces, analog watch, socks of a pleasant knit decoration, and shiny brogued wing-tips.  To the casual observer, the claim to be from the past seems obvious, while the future seems somewhat unlikely.  It’s the details that make the difference.

The watch is battery powered.  The fabrics involve some polyester.  The fountain pen is genuinely from 1935… but it’s oddly worn.  The shoes are older than everything but the pen.  Fiddly stuff, but after watching some historical dramas in a room full of Costume majors (one of whom I’m married to), it makes an impression.  I am, in fact, dressed exactly like someone from well into the future who has almost done enough research. 

History has this terrible way of telescoping on you, after all.  If I say “Picture 1995… and now 1946,”  you probably got if not clear mental pictures of the times then a definite sense of “Gosh, there’s not much similarity there.”  However, we speak very glibly of “the Bronze Age” or “the Sixteenth century.”  Well, I’ll tell you something:  I make less of a stir on the modern street dressed in my 1935-1960 mishmash than one would by appearing on Sir Philip Sidney’s doorstep with elements of dress appropriate to the reign of Henry VIII.  My wife’s biggest complaint about Coppola’s Dracula is that the costumes are from various easily-detectable (for her) points within the Victorian era.  Thus, having a pen a decade or two out of line with the cut of my waistcoat is entirely appropriate for someone from centuries as yet unborn.

I am, for the sake of fun, going with being from the future.  Apart from it being easier to follow the “stay in character” guideline by smiling smuggly and shaking my head at internal combustion travelling contraptions (again, things I do anyway on a regular basis) than staggering around being amazed at flat-screen TVs and diving for cover when a jet goes by overhead, taking on the role of future-dweller brings an air of optimism to the Day.  After all, if the future still has records of our time complete enough to allow a nearly-correct outfit like mine to be put together, it can’t have gone off the rails too badly.

Also, there is still ink for fountain pens in the far future.  Good news indeed.

Today’s unspeakably ancient yet still functional pen: Parker Moderne
Today’s ink providing hope of a bright tomorrow: Pelikan 4001 Brilliant Brown

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