– Many of my friends often bring a little book with them to my craft group on a Monday night along with pens, pencils, lace, ribbons, glue and other crafty materials. It’s not just any book, it’s a Wreck this Journal. If you haven’t heard of this phenomenon, then look it up. Many a creative episode has it inspired and it lead my good buddy Lisa to pen the passage below – I loved it so much, I had to share it. Of course, you won’t get to hear her lovely voice in your head reading it, sorry!
I’m sat in the car in the rain, watching big fat drops covering windows and running in rivulets towards the cold tarmac. The radio is on Radio 4 and the news is on. A Mark Carnie is speaking in a clear voice and the pips have just sounded – regular and very British. The hubby is in Les’ house about 20 metres away talking Buffs. That’s why I’m in the car – less chance of having to join in, well no chance really.
Rain getting harder, lightly drumming on the roof and finding its way through my window, which is open a chink to allow the remnants of my fag smoke to escape. Also, raindrops, fat and cold are finding my page and leaving little round wrinkles on the paper, the paper is of quite poor quality and makes felt tips bleed.
The travel news has just interrupted Radio 4 and somewhere is flooded as it has been raining for days.
The bin lorry is coming along with lights flashing with the bin men like bright, yellow bees, buzzing around, bringing rubbish to the truck, it’s got quite a strong smell, even on this cold, wet day.
Ten minutes later, still sat here needing a wee.
The kind of thing Lisa gets up to with her journal when she’s not sat in the car writing monologues:
