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True Writer

Making myself write in my desk journal every day, even if I just log what I eat for meals, is helping improve my handwriting.

I've settled on this True Writer Kyoto fountain pen as my work horse writing instrument (for now, anyway.) My entries still look a bit sloppy to me, but they're evolving slowly. I keep trying to write at the speed I used to, which is when I lose control of the pen.

The medium nib seems to help me write better versus a fine. Not sure why.

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nightsmusic said…
I still think it's amazing how good your handwriting is after having switched to the other hand! I can't really do that, though I suppose if I worked really hard at it, it might eventually be readable. But it sure wouldn't be pretty.

I'm using a Pilot Prera with a fine, calligraphy tip. It has a lovely weight to the pen, it's comfortable and it makes my aging writing look so much nicer.
September 5, 2021 at 5:29 AM
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