The page(s) I’m working on in Wreck This Journal are going to take me awhile. But I’m rather proud of the work so far, so I figured I would give a sneak peak lest it be awhile before I have a full page to show off.
It reminds me a bit of a page out of a Shel Silverstein book. I’m sure there’s a poem that had a picture filled with circles somewhere, but it’s the blob-like shapes that sort of look like his bodies.
In addition, I thought I would introduce the buddy I have working with me on this project. His name is Oly. Say hi to Oly:
This is actually Oly II and in some ways he’s far superior to Oly I. His cap stays put on the end while I’m writing. Oly I would often send his cap flying across the room. Both Oly’s are hands down my favorite gift ever from The Hippy, but Oly II was purely lucky. After I lost Oly I, The Hippy said he’d never be able to get another. But a few days later he texted me to tell me he’d found me one. Score!
At any rate, it’s the best pen I’ve ever had, and Oly II is never allowed out of my sight!
I’m still rather nervous about breaking into my journal. I resist doing things at random. I resist even more being told to magically come up with something. When someone asks me to tell them a story, I go blank. Even if someone said “come up with a color/number/animal,” I’d stare at them dumbfounded.
Ever the cop-out, I decided to try this page, thinking it would be easy as pie:
Let me preface this by saying I only buy used books (apparently with the exception of this one). My reasons are many, but include being poor and being hard on my books. I currently have a book in my bag that’s covered in drips of soda. Oops. I am no stranger to a cracked spine, is what I’m trying to say. I like my books to be warn in and loved.
This, apparently, has dulled my ability to crack a spine. Either that, or this is one amazingly made book. Probably both. The spine -maybe- bent a little. But crack it did not.
The book, however, does now remain partially open at all times, which I’m going to consider a small success. Hopefully the spine will crack more over time. If not, I want my money back.
Since I know that’s not a proper “wreck,” I decided to take on another page. One marked “Scribble wildly, violently, with reckless abandon.” Eep! Reckless abandon? Have you met me? I need plans. Order. I draw out everything that needs “placement” before I ever begin working. *hyperventalating*
Oh, get over yourself, DK…
I plan to revisit this one on a regular basis, actually. It demands more colors, and I think it’s a rather good way for me to let go. It’s not about looking pretty; it’s about getting the willies out of you.