The Inkwell Organ Did you know, there is a little inkwell that exists in all of us? It is located differently for different people. Personally mine is lodged somewhere between the right clavicle and spinal cord. The inkwell is small, but functions like a gland; thus it is able to generate its own secretions. When you speak, it is the inkwell that produces the ink that writes the words in your mind. It is a temperamental thing. Quality and quantity of ink vary greatly according to occasion. It gets tired too, especially when it has been used all night, and has been forced to generate a steady flow of charming, pleasant, coloured ink. Now some people may not agree, but if you asked my opinion, black ink is certainly the best type of ink to write with, for it is elegant, versatile and true. If my own inkwell could constantly supply me with it, I should be so happy. Unfortunately that is not the case. Many things can stimulate the inkwell and affect the nature of what is produced - its density, colour, etc. A kindred mind perhaps, or vodka abuse, or a memory, or a still and sticky night - the inkwell is susceptible to them all.  ¶ 11:00 AM