How do you hold your pencil? Apparently, I use the “death-grip” method–which is unfortunate if you happen to be my pencil. Or my middle finger. Yes, my propensity for clutching my pencil with brute force has resulted in a large protuberance that I (somewhat) affectionately call my “writing bump.”
I was once a robust, healthy pen. And then “she” got her hands on me.
Well, it turns out that my unsightly writing bump is the product of an “immature pencil grasp pattern.” Okay. I have been referred to as immature before–usually after I have been spotted talking to a mitten or drawing eyes on a cantaloupe–but this is a whole new form of…um…youthfulness. Yeah, that’s it. Youthfulness.
It’s hard to eat fruit with a face.
After years of communicating via the QWERTY method, my writing bump had almost disappeared. My middle finger had returned to its pristine pre-pencil self. Finally, I could hold it up with pride. I found myself wanting to show everyone just how lovely it looked. Surprisingly, no one seemed impressed. Coincidentally, this era is also known as the lonely years.
Even Mr. Rogers is proud of his “Tall Man.” (Just heard this sentence out loud for the first time. It sounds worse than it actually is.)
Enter the adult colouring book–the seemingly benign collection of highly addictive intricate drawings designed to transport fully grown people back to their childhoods. Seems like a perfect match for someone with an immature pencil grip. There is just one problem. Yes, thanks to Johanna Basford and her tribe of evil colouring book artists, my writing bump has returned to its former gargantuan glory.
On the upside, my middle finger is much less outgoing than before.
Here are a few examples of what happens when the innocent fun of colouring enters the adult realm.
Have you fallen victim to the adult colouring phase?
The Embiggens Project 
Ack. I have most definitely succumb to the adult coloring books. My issue is whenever I write/draw/color, I end up getting semi-permanently marked with crayon/marker/colored pencil/ink all up and down the outside of my wrist. #lefthandedproblems Still waiting for someone to invent a coloring book where you work from right to left. Come on, science! 😉
My hubby also suffers the woes of the southpaw. Maybe you should pay a visit to the Shark Tank. Hm? Wonder if “Mr. Wonderful” is a lefty. You could pitch him a line of colouring books and sleeve protectors.