Where Did All My Pen Time Go?

Once upon a time, I could be found hunched happily over a lathe, surrounded by wood shavings, resin dust, and the faint sound of triumphant cackling whenever a pen turned out just right.

These days? Not so much.

Being an adult is a full-time hobby all on its own. Between working for a living (to support my terrifying pen blank habit), trying to stay vaguely fit (chasing a fitness dream that's at least three chocolate bars away), chores (because apparently socks don’t fold themselves), family commitments (how many birthdays can one family have?), marriage (which I’m definitely winning by occasionally unloading the dishwasher without being asked), and precious downtime (aka collapsing onto the sofa and forgetting how to human for a bit)... well, the poor lathe is gathering more dust than action.

I still dream of the perfect day: a fresh coffee, a clear bench, and nothing but time to turn chaos into creativity. For now, though, I’ll keep squeezing pen-making between the tiny cracks of real life — and maybe, just maybe, I'll finish one before the next family gathering demands another "quick favour."

Stay tuned. Or don't. I might be busy putting the bins out.