My copy of Wreck This Journal was a gift from my college age daughter who thought I needed a kick in the backside to get out of my dominating perfectionism that we've all agreed is the primary reason I procrastinate so severely. She was just home for an all too brief visit and one of her areas of inspection included my desk space/ creativity capsule for writing. The hutch above which shelves mostly reference books also has my Wreck This Journal copy which she boldly pulled out and opened and then proceeded to express her profound disappointment in its lack of filled pages. In my defense I told her that Jamie Ridler's next Next Chapter was going be 'doing' that book and was 'waiting' to 'do' it in that rich, supportive context. Seemed so far off yet at that time and I 'was going to' register and excitedly and enthusiastically jump right in when it began. Well, I'm late, as usual...unprepared...but barefootin' and breathless...I'm here.