A week or so ago I stopped into an art store in Salt Lake on my way to the bus. Just to browse for a few minutes, because you know there's really nothing more exciting than art supplies. As I was testing out the different pens, this man came up to me and asked conspiratorially, "are you looking for a GREAT pen?"
My response: "YES!" (really, who isn't looking for that mythical instrument, that magical pen through which flows not ink, but talent and creativity?)
He then went on to extol the wonders of this pen, with a passion and reverence one might reserve for matters of salvation. When it was determined that the store did not carry the Pilot V Razor Point Extra Fine, he told me he had one out in his car if I wanted to come get it. Which I politely declined as I had to catch the bus in a few minutes, and, well, in case he wasn't just a guy with an extreme passion for pens.
But, as I was checking out (my now much more inferior seeming writing utensil), he ran back in, waving the pen in the air and then putting it into my hand. And then, he was gone, leaving me in possession of the holy grail.
And, while every drawing still doesn't fall golden onto the page, it has made me want to sketch a lot more. So in that sense, I guess it is rather magical.
(A note from the future: See those little dates at the bottom of the last two pages? I've recently been really good at remembering to date all my pages... however for the entire month of July I have incorrectly believed that July was the sixth month. *facepalm*)