You know you've read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

Wreck this Journal 1.

I thought I'd start off doing something relatively simple, so I've just scribbled on the title page. If you're interested, the writing says:

Once upon a time, there was a girl
who liked to keep things neat.
She hated turned-down corners in books,
and messy smudges on pages,
and stains on clothes or furniture.
Her books stayed pristine
(though her favourites were a little worn
from extensive rereading).
Her journal was a little scruffy
but only in the way
that most teenage girls’ journals are.
Then one day, she bought a book.
This book asked to be ruined.
It wanted to be dropped, painted on, and torn.
She was shocked that somebody
would create a book like that,
but decided to have a go at one or two pages.
She never looked back.
The journal quickly ceased to be neat
and she began to appreciate
that sometimes,
mess is beautiful.
(She is still very particular about her books.
Some things will never change.)

This wasn't too hard to do. I quite enjoyed writing over the printed bits, and the painting was relatively simple. It also looks quite neat, which I'm secretly pleased about (I don't really want messy. Maybe nice messy, artistic messy, but no horrible messy.)

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