This is my pen. It's shiny and heavy and feels good in my hand. Because it uses cartridges — I prefer ultra fine with black ink — I've owned it for several years, and will hopefully have it for the rest of my life.
My pen makes me happy, and because it makes me happy, I'm drawn to it. It rests near my mouse hand, in plain view, beckoning me to sketch. This is good: as a digital designer, I tend to jump into software a little too quickly. My pen encourages me to sketch on paper before committing to pixels.
They say the tools you use are less important than what you use them for, and I mostly agree. But sometimes it's nice to own a tool that inspires you.
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