|Vick in front of the Great Wall of Pens|
I can't take notes with used equipment. For a fresh start, and to rise to the occasion of Mr. McKee's seminars which always leave me inspired with renewed insight, I hope that a new pen will bring forth new ideas.
I pick out two kinds of pens I haven't bought before. Why use the same pens again when the store has so many! It's worth stopping in (6th Avenue at 12th Street). I ask the owner if he sells lucky pens.
"Why? You think a pen will bring you good luck?"
"Well, no. I need inspiration. I want a pen that will make me write something brilliant!"
He smiles as he swipes my credit card.
"I had a guy who bought a lucky pen. He came back two weeks later and said he sold his building for fifty million."
|Owner Ejaz Chaudhry & his case of Mont Blanc pens|
"It wasn't one of these," he said, pointing to mine. "It was a Mont Blanc. It cost $2,000." He pointed to the display case. "His grandmother had give him an imitation. He told himself when he become successful, he would buy the real thing. I think it cost $1,900. On sale. It's discontinued. After he bought it he came back and said, 'I sold my building for fifty million.' He signed the contract with that pen. There's one left." (See the gold pen to the far right on the second shelf.)
If I owned a building, I'd buy a Mont Blanc, too. For now, I'm going to stick with the cheaper pens from the Great Wall of Pens. They tested nicely on the scrap paper by the register. As long as a pen glides across the page, I can think big and those brilliant ideas will come.