My fifty-first journal was named as a result of an exhausting debate over the future of my journal writing practice; handwritten or typewritten? It was a crossroads most difficult to decide upon because this decision would be a lifetime commitment. Final.
At the expiration of my fiftieth journal (Birthright), I became the main character in a role-playing game at a milestone requiring me to choose one path to specialize in. The Calligrapher (a handwritten future for my journals) bestowed upon me the ability to wield the most elegant of writing utensils; the fountain pen. The Wordsmith (a typewritten future for my journals) bestowed upon me the ability to wield the most productive of writing utensils; the manual typewriter. Faced with this fictional drama, it was easy to decide.
I’ve not looked back since.