My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ballpoint pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane.

~ Graham Greene ~


I was totally unaware that there actually was a day to celebrate my favorite writing utensil, the fountain pen. My fountain pen and I share a very passionate relationship. It’s totally like someone described: ‘There is something utterly elegant about handwriting a document, about taking a pen in hand and transferring contents of our hearts and souls to paper.’  Except for the fact that my handwriting is not that elegant.

This is what I’ve read about the history of Fountain Pen Day:

The tools used for writing have gone through some massive changes throughout history. To begin with, it was chisels used to mark stone, a bit of papyrus reed to mark out the shapes of cuneiform, or bits of charcoal used to mark words on pieces of Birch Bark or bits of leaf. Eventually ink was created, using various types of plant matter, animals and eventually iron and extract of Oak galls. Ink required a new tool and that tool was initially the dip quill pen; a bit of feather (usually goose) with a carefully cut nib to draw up the ink and transfer it to paper. This was such an amazing innovation that it stayed with us for a long while, but ultimately a new creation was needed that didn’t require constant dipping, and that didn’t require constant recutting of the nib. So it was then that the fountain pen came to exist in 1636, combining a wonderful reservoir of ink with a metal nib. The world of writing was changed forever and it took over 300 years for an innovation to come along that overschadowed it.

So, let’s pick up a (fountain) pen and put our soul to paper.