The Next Chapter has begun their latest book blogging adventure-- Wreck This Journal. I'm a bit behind the rest of the group with getting started, but I had to join in. I've been wanting to get Wreck This Journal for ages. I can already tell its going to be a challenge for me. I had a feeling it would be.
Proof that my journal started out in pristine condition:
Okay, so here's the deal. Books and journals are like gold to me. I don't break the spines, I don't dog-ear the pages. I carry my books around in a zippered book cover to protect them while I'm reading them. Seriously. I do. I love the smell of new books, I love the feel of fresh, crisp journal pages. If I make a messy page in my journal I have to figure out a way to "fix" it or else I carefully cut it out and start again... yeah... its safe to say I'm a bit OCD when it comes to books & journals. But I also realize this is just part of my perfectionist streak, which can be pretty paralyzing at times. I am my own worst critic. So the very first thing I did to my journal was...
... I broke the spine. OMG. That was almost physically painful for me to do. I cringed, I really did! And the spine was tough, so it was difficult to get it to break, so I really had to commit to get it done and I just *cringed* the entire time. And then after I broke it once, I did it one more time, just to be see if it was any easier the second time around. It WASN'T. I broke it again tonight, though, and that was a little easier, finally.
Coloring this page wasn't too bad. In fact, I sort of got into it, scribbling and changing colored pencils as fast as I could. I colored so fast and pressed down so hard the pages started to soften and tear and a little voice inside my head said, "yessssssssssss..." As you can see, on the previous page, I poked holes. After hesitating for the first few, a little maniacal laugh began to cackle in the back of my mind and I poked with reckless abandon. I may go back and poke some more.
Tonight, I pulled out the lighter. After several thwarted attempts to catch the page on fire, I almost gave up. Then-- WHOOSH! Too late to turn back. I think I singed my hair a little bit, too.
Not much for my first week; I'm still trying to get into the spirit of this wrecking business. I am so surprised (and yet, not) at how damn hard it is for me! Well, we'll see if I can loosen up a bit during my second week.
Wanna see more wreckage? Visit other participants' WTJ journeys by following the links HERE.
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