I'm a writer, it's a fact that everyone who knows me or even of me knows. And yet my cursive is not of the perfection I would like it to be. My printing is wonderful, but my cursive is absent of use and in which has become quite sloppy. Now, as a writer, I cannot allow myself to have bad cursive. So with a black feather pen, a small bottle ink, and a notebook of parchment paper I have begun the coloniel art of practicing cursive. It's not as smoothe and natural as most writing is to me, so I feel quite awkward. But just as with every other good talent, I must repeat my mistakes over and over, making them a bit more successful each time. And here soon enough I will have the writing of a rich early American daughter.
