Yorkville library

Just like when Harry Potter got his wand. Well, sort of. I didn't destroy the library with it.

When we were dating, my husband worked at a high end pen shop in Chicago. Since I was a writer, he asked if I had any interest in owning a pen myself.

Uh...no.

Nice pens demand too much from me. I find beautiful journals intimidating for the same reason. Pretty things mock me: "With this, you must produce only beautiful words."

Since I finished graduate school, my ego isn't quite as fragile. I've gotten comfortable with my process, and I'm proud to announce that fancy journals and pens no longer intimidate me. (That's right, fancy pens. You heard me.) So this fancy pen represents more than a rite of passage. 

It's part of the magic-making. Isn't half of the battle believing the words will emerge?

This wand chose this wizard.

Let's make some magic.