Okay, I don’t have time to write much, but I just have to. I know nobody reads this anyways. I’ve been having a hard time with my writing. All I can think about is everything I DON’T want to write about. I always write here in my online journal, but I read that sometimes trying a different method of writing can help. So I was looking around this used book store in Old Town looking for story ideas or whatnot, and I came across a journal. Just a blank journal, basically a fancy notebook, and decided I should try and see if I could get something down on paper.
So, I started writing in it. The next day – this is really freaky – another entry was there after the one I wrote. I’m not kidding, it frickin’ freaked me out. I almost threw it away but what was written was pretty cool so I wrote another entry after it. I slept with the thing under my pillow that night. When I woke up the next day and opened the journal, there was another entry. I don’t know whether to be scared, or what, or maybe I’m just crazy, but I keep writing in it. And it keeps happening.