I am an editor. While much of my work is done on the computer, each month during the three or four days before we send the publication to the printer, I do a fair amount of editing with pen and paper.
I use green pens for my editing. Today, however, I had to dust off the red pen for a project. It had been years since I’d used a red pen to edit.
Apparently, the red pens were mad as hell and not going to take it anymore. They attacked.
Red Pen Number One was the most passive-aggressive and just didn’t work. And then it did. And then it didn’t.
Red Pen Number Two sprung a leak.
(These photos were taken once I got home after several hand-washings.)
Red Pen Number Three was also leaky, but not quite as messy.
When we were walking to the car after work, My friend Sarah said, “Oh my gosh! What happened to your hair. You’re bleeding!”
Yes, at some point, I ended up getting red ink in my hair.
(Do you think I could pull off red hair? I vote “yes.”)
Tomorrow, it’s back to green pens for me. I don’t think it’s a good idea to encourage the bad behavior of pens.