My attempt to learn to write better without the benefit of flex is quite successful. I – my own most acerbic critic – am quite pleased with how things have gone. I enjoy the application of greater precision in writing than was my wont. It’s really most satisfying to develop a not at all objectionable hand without flourishes.
It took longer than I expected, mostly because I had to find a pen I could work with well. I explored the extremes, from a tiny Tuckaway to a Sheaffer Lifetime Oversize, but in the end I settled on this pen:
I don’t even know what to call it, though I suspect it has some mundane title like Sheaffer Cartridge Pen. It’s a mixture of the expensive and the cheap. It has a white dot, which suggests quality – or used to, but the clip that white dot is on has lost most of its gold plating.
The nib, too, is gold, and it’s very good. Smooth, but not in that greasy way many modern pens are, with their great globs of tipping material. This nib doesn’t have feedback, exactly, but it gives a feeling of precision. I knew that I was getting somewhere when this pen began to fall to my hand like one of my old Swans, and I started to look forward to the prospect of writing with it.