We are now entering week 3 of Wreck This Journal. The first two weeks have been a blast, as well as a learning process.
The first thing I did this week was mail my journal to myself. I took it to my office last Thursday with a heap of stamps. I taped it closed reveling in how glorious the track of destruction would be when I ripped it back off. I addressed it with a borrowed blue Sharpie then adhered a return address label.
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I asked the guy in the mail room to weigh the book and tell me how much the postage would be. He paused. I'm not sure if it was because I handed him a book that was taped shut or if it was because he noticed the From and To address were identical. No matter. The cost to mail would be $2.24.
Two sunflowers and four Edgar Allan Poe stamps later, I reluctantly dropped my journal in the mail bin. In NY. A whole state away from my house in NJ.
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Then the withdrawal set in. I wondered how long it would be before I held my journal again. I despaired over thinking it might get lost in the mail.
Over the weekend I lived vicariously through all of my fellow wreckers, reading their posts, looking at their photos, watching their videos. Each one spurred brilliant new ideas. Alas, there was no journal for me to wreck.
So I waited.
My journal made it home on Monday. I felt relief. I felt excitement. I felt fear over taking on some of the more difficult pages.
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I yanked off the tape. The cover was remarkably resilient, but I managed to pull off the black layer in some places.
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Ahhh, that's better.
Here are the tragedies my journal endured this week:
- Mailing (as aforementioned)
- Crumpling the instruction page
- Covering a page with white things
- Scratching with a metal ruler
- Writing on the sides of the pages
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Keeping it in decent condition to mail it was my previous excuse for keeping the wreckage mild. Now that mailing is done, I need to step it up. (Cue Jaws theme music.)
Will I be able to do it? Time will tell. Check back next week.
Update 6/20/09: Read Wreck This Journal: Week 3 part 2 (where my husband and I play baseball with the journal)
Curious about what other wreckage transpired?