Then slow down and enjoy it, the flow of ink to paper. Pick up a quill, visit a shop where you can acquire fine paper and feel it, enjoy how different it is from the cheap paper that comes wrapped in plastic to be torn off by uncaring fingers. Better yet, pick up a thick pen, a felt tipped pen if you like, a marker if you have one, and write your words on someone else's skin. Scribe your soul onto their body so that you may enjoy an art few can.
I am not. My hands are made for skin, not for wood and metal, but I have [...] friends that are skilled in such endeavors.