Long Live the Streak!

After getting into bed rather early (8:30), it was time to play a mindless game (Toy Blast) before reading some articles I’d saved on Instapaper (an interview with a guy who just wrote a book called 1,000 Books to Read Before You Die; a piece by a writer from “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” about writing an episode for the current season of the show; and Stephen King’s review of Tana French’s new book; I’d planned to read the Times’s By the Book featuring Susan Orlean, who’s written something called The Library Book [about, I suppose, libraries?], but it didn’t save properly, so I couldn’t.).

Then I checked my Daily Tarot Card via my Rider-Waite Tarot Deck app. (The Knight of Wands came up; according to the website Labyrinthos, “There’s never a dull moment when the Knight of Wands is around.”)

Then I read a little bit of an Agatha Christie called Halloween, but the more I read of it, the more I realize the narrative structure is so atypical of an Agatha Christie novel that it’s almost like she didn’t write it; this is upsetting as it’s one of Poirot’s cases, and I really only care to read her books with him as the protagonist.

“There is never a dull moment when the Knight of Wands is around.”

Then I rechecked my alarm (set for 4:00 am), and made sure all my social media notifications had been muted. I turned on the flashlight feature of my iPod to check the cat’s position at the end of the bed, musing that she always goes to bed pretty early and sleeps straight through the night, as atypical of a cat as this Halloween book is of Agatha Christie.

Once I got all that settled I realized I hadn’t written my daily entry on the blog. Part of me thought, “Why bother. Turn over, go to sleep, fuck it.” Another part of me joined in, saying, “Yeah, I know, right?” because still another part of me was combing my brain for something to write, but everything I thought to write about seemed like something I should be putting into my current Work in Progress (as opposed to On This Blog).

Finally, this other part of me – much-hated and reviled and shit-talked-about by all the other parts whenever they have the chance – decided that to break my streak tonight might mean to leave it lying there tomorrow and the next day and the next until the broken pieces of what I’d tried to make into a streak just started decomposing and ceasing to exist in any form.

So. God save the Streak! Long live the Streak!