In my first book, Death of a Cozy Writer, the highly successful cozy writer of the title has developed various superstitions over the years about what pen he will write with, on what paper he will write, and even in which direction he will face as he works at his desk (south). I exaggerate a bit (who me?) but I think many writers have their own little superstitions in this regard.
I discovered this plastic-nibbed Pentel pen some years ago and I don't think I could live without it now. It writes like a fountain pen, without the mess, and makes a little satisfyingly scratchy sound as it moves across the page. Sadly, it only seems to be available in the UK, so I always stock up there, although once I spent a small fortune to have a dozen pens shipped to me.
As to paper, I have gone through various attachments to different brands and styles, but my present close-to-ideal is pictured here, the Black n' Red. Perforated pages (so I can tear out those pages that didn't quite work out) and an elastic band to mark where I'm at. Lovely thick (recycled) paper that doesn't bleed through.
Not that I'm obsessive about this or anything, but it seems really, really important that I find the perfect notebook, and while I love the Black n' Red, the search for my ideal notebook continues. I seem to be physically incapable of passing by a paper store. I wish it were not so. I own way too many notebooks that somehow weren't...just right.
p.s. I am not being paid to endorse these products. I wish!