I write freehand. I love the way a good fountain pen glides over paper. I also have a small addiction to notebooks. I find I can write more freely with a pen and paper. That may be because I am just old. When I went to school we had typing class. Not computer class. One day after getting fed up with a ball point pen I was using I decided to order a nice pen. I didn’t know I would have to load it with ink. Even though I got the ink allover my hands I fell in love with the experience. I felt like I was Ernest Hemingway. Remember its not how you draw the heart its how much love you fill it with.