A composition book and a copic pen is all it takes to practice my handwriting … oh, and the determination to carve out some time to practice. Simple really. And yet, time has a miraculous way of evaporating.

I have found if I leave the composition book near my workspace I am more likely to pick it up and do some writing (in between crossing things off from my to-do list).

The practicing itself is not onerous … who can hate practicing something they love to do? Actually it doesn’t feel like practice; more like moments of escape and relaxation. It is just the moment of pushing past the busy-ness and picking up the pen that can sometimes be a difficult choice.

More practice … a green-theme this time: