Pilots

Months and months ago, I found the love of my literary life in a pen. Pilot's Green Tecpoint pen, which I bought at London Drugs. When I got it home, it left the trace that I'd been looking for my whole writing life. Non-smearing, extra fine, consistent. Since that day, I haven't seen this pen shelved anywhere. Supposedly, as it says on the casing, it's refillable, which is utterly useless when you also can't buy the specifically-sized refills. Grumble, grumble.

Today I found a similar line by Pilot, and I bought an excessive amount of them. Penmanship is important.