Well, it’s been a week since I started with the Wreck This Journal crew.
Seriously, I know this whole anxiety feels pretty contrived to an outsider, I’m sure. “Oh, look at Amy, so nervous and silly for attention! I’m sure by the end she’ll magically be dancing like no one’s watching and living, laughing, loving like an inspirational magnet!” But really, folks: this freaks me the freak out. It’s so weird for me to defile books and do anything weird or arty in a book. In fact, I avoided doing anything until late Thursday night.
OK, maybe that had less to do with fear and more to do with my very aggressive TV and social schedule. Kidding, sort of. It’s summer vacation. Don’t judge me.
Anyways, I finally ripped some stuff and wrote some stuff. Here’s the evidence, in black and white:
Happy Friday, fellow Wreckers! Looking forward to seeing what everyone has come up with.