sure. wait. what?

It is also Tuesday, which means it is a school day. A work day. The kind of day that insists on early nights and practical decisions — yet here I am sitting, typing, sipping blueberry tea that I bought from a small witchy store in Inglewood and which tastes like Tim Hortons’ steeped tea but with a hint of…something. I’m not sure. I have started many a draft this way — a short description of where I am at, what day and time it is, what mundane activity I am doing — but these drafts never make it to the main page. Always, I end up with nothing else to say as soon as I scratch off the writerly itch after a sentence or two. But tonight, just because I don’t feel like sleeping while the dishwasher is running, I am challenging myself to continue typing. So here I am writing — I mean typing — just trying to get the fingers a-tapping. I have two screens in front of me. On one screen is this draft — which will hopefully make its way to the blog — and on the other screen is an e-book app that’s showing me a list of the books that I have recently acquired. The Rachel Incident. Severance. Big Swiss. Some People Need Killing. The Sympathizer. These are the top five. The first three I found through NPR; the fourth I discovered through Instagram; the fifth was mentioned to me by K because he just saw the trailer for the TV adaptation. The book that I am actually, currently reading is the second on the list, Severance, which I am sadly taking too long to finish. I am also reading another book through Libby. Wait, no, scratch that — I am also reading three other books on Libby. Year of Yes. Gods of Want. Disorientation. I only have six days left until my loan expires. I doubt I’d finish them all in time, so I have already mentally raised the white flag and surrendered to the 50 other people waiting behind me in the virtual line. I don’t remember when I started reading multiple books at the same time though. Maybe since I started using Libby? In any case, I need to be better at actually finishing these books. Maybe I should start a book club, or even pretend that I am part of a book club. I don’t want to join a real book club. I don’t want real pressure. I want imagined pressure. Virtual pressure. Faux pressure. The kind of pressure that’s strong enough to tug at your sleeve, but not too strong that you can always swat it away if you don’t feel like giving in. I want a promise, not an oath. Anyway, if you finished reading this huge block of words — paragraphs? I don’t know her — do you have any reading tips for me? What was the last book you read? Care to join the club and read a book with me?