Sunday Scribblings #89 – handwriting

Every Wednesday, Aaron at shares a new writing prompt. This week, the prompt is handwriting.

Handwriting can reveal a lot about people, there is an entire science about it, but honestly, I never really took the time to get into it.

My own handwriting is very much depending on my mood. But, it is often quite sloppy and I often have people at work commenting on it. In a hurry, my handwriting is hardly legible.

I noticed though, depending on the pen, my handwriting gets better or worse.

Many years ago, a person who was a friend back then gave me a fountain pen. I adore that one and use it all the time. Used – until I lost it at the hospital at the end of last year. It’s a long(er) story that I will not get into right now. Anyway… I loved that fountain pen and was devastated when I lost it. I ordered a new one. Exact same – pretending that it will be a birthday present to myself. Imagine what happened? Yeah… No surprise, I found the pen at the bottom of my handbag the exact day the new one arrived in the mail. My handbag is a large tote bag with lots of room. I bought it online last year. I am not sure it is still available, but here is a photo.

It looks better in real than on the pic. Hehe… I own at least 4 more bags from Society 6.

Back to handwriting. I share pictures with handwritten poetry quite often. And many people compliment me on my penmanship. It’s a nice thing, I think.

Both are things I wrote. One is legible and one is decipherable. Hehe.

How’s your handwriting? Do you write by hand at all?

Sunday Scribblings #80

Every Wednesday, Aaron shares a prompt on his blog: This is week 80. The prompt is Hello. Here we go.

Hello, he whispered into the headset and when he heard her voice he knew that

Everything would be okay. She was the only one able to ground him;

Listening to him without passing judgment and without stars in her eyes.

Love. He had said, “I love you.” Twice. Was this friendship turning into love?

Overwhelming emotions, a feeling of unconditional understanding, and yes; love.

She had him at Hello.

Sunday Scribblings #69 late

You felt it, too, the moment when I needed you. But you were far away. And it was already too late. The hands of time were moving on, not waiting for us to come along. Too late. The sun awoke and went back to sleep; the moon played hide and seek. And we were too late. Too late to understand, too late to grab each other’s hand. You faded like a shooting star, like the last chord played on the guitar. And it was too late. Too late to bring you back to me, but I know, you see? I felt it, too, the moment when you missed me out of the blue.


Every Wednesday, Aaron shares a prompt over on his blog. This week’s prompt was late. Make sure to take a look at his blog; he shares interesting stuff. I haven’t written for the Sunday Scribblings in a while, and the above was very impulsive and, indeed, late. I hope you still enjoy it. And now, visit Aaron in the confusing middle.