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Just the usual going on here these days.

Once they had a book in hand, who knew when they would put it down again? They skimmed through them, allowing passages to catch them like fishing nets and carry them down into the depths of their sea.

I have a lot of balls in the air right now, it feels like, along with the normal stuff, shipments coming in and out, newsletter going out on Tuesday, music practice, laundry, ordering groceries online. This makes it seem like I don’t do much, and sometimes that’s not far from the truth. I’ve been extremely prolific in letter writing, that most important and productive of tasks. We are vaguely unlockdowning, and it’s a bit chaotic. The shops have reopened, which feels like one massive task done. Reopened! Check.

Pelikan recently released its 2021 special edition ink, Golden Beryl. It is, unlike many other things in life and this year, as could be expected, which is to say that it’s gold with lots of extra gold bits.

I joke about Chicken being a defective shop because he mostly is, but actually I’ve come to realize that he is more aware of things that I would normally give him credit for.

We just launched a new ink with Ferris Wheel Press, and I’m so pleased and proud and thrilled and of course a little nervous with how it’s all going to go. It’s a rich, warm brown with some light green sheen, and it’s called Writing Desk, one of my favourite places to be and dream about, the one I actually sit at, and the one that I imagine for myself some place by the water.

Some of you may have been following along on Instagram, or picked up on my hints of a burgeoning love, but Chicken has found a friend for himself. He has been reluctant at best, but his icy demeanour is slowly melting.

I’ve been writing letters these past few days, weeks. I find I need some momentum to really get going, otherwise one greeting card in the mail for a special occasion just wipes me right out.