I’ve been completing the journal because it’s a ton of fun and it helps me wake up a side of myself that I shut down way back in elementary school.
The whole activity was surprisingly hard. It’s not easy to work within the constraints of a limited bit of text. I had no idea just how much my creative fiction muscles had atrophied.
This one is titled The real root of evil.
This was supposed to go:
We don’t need a
but we get one anyways.
I got distracted and Sharpie-d over “but we get one.” Creation begets improvisation.
I wish I had an assistant (or two) who would protect me from meetings.
In case you’re wondering, I used a ultra fine, fine, and extra bold Sharpie to make these and a copy of the New York Times purchased from Starbucks.