- The feel of the pen in my hand. I love to twiddle and twist it every couple of sentences.
- The sound of my sleeve sliding across the page. It makes me think of old writers and composers who created by candlelight, with only the scratch of their feather pen to break the silence.
- Tossing the pen down with a sense of satisfaction and completion.
- Vehement full stops.
- Crossing things out with passion. Adding things with enthusiasm.
- Throwing the pen.
But dang it, I'd give it all up in a flash for a sweet, sweeeet little laptop.