Writing Life ...

If I am to keep writing in life, I somehow need to remind myself to purchase a bottle of Lamy ink. It doesn't seem to clog the fountain pen nib after being left around, not being use for a long period of time. It's a need to be done at this point of time. I got lots of fountain pens lying around. The grand duke is probably furious, and most likely a perfect storm is hidden somewhere in her hand of cards for this year. Surprise, surprise, but I am not surprise. I do keep life as simple as I can, and mostly fluid. Keeping everything manageable. Would just pull the plug whenever to flush, and however when "they" get out of hand; without remorse like "big-mama", and "old-dada" taught me. Hummmm ... am loving the flow of these hand written words. Java language is going to be hard to learn. I was not expecting that to happen till I got myself that book for dummies. Darn it. But it's still something I need doing. Guess today words are skewing towards my self reflection. Things are moving on and piling up. But I am still wondering; am I still missing out on something more tangible to measure success? Maybe, my other impostor syndrome self is taunting me again.