I've always liked to write. Sometimes, I find it a most powerful compulsion. I've often been questioned about my pen fetish. You see, if you're racing to jot something down, and your pen poops out, or the lines too light, blotch, or the napkin rips when you pierce through to the stupid tablecloth, or it just won't ink your hand, UGH! Pens are important. I'm inconsistent and always bothered by my work. Sometimes I just stop, then, late at a friends, take advantage of any nearby diary - a notebook even - and start scrawling away to the end the pen.