It's getting closer, the end of my streak. Just a bit over a week and it's done. Somehow this feels harder than the first 10 days. Of course that was a long time ago so my memory might be a bit vague on those details back then.
Getting closer and when hitting the bad day it would be easy to kust make the break earlier. Why write of I'm going to break it anyway in a few days? I could just quit now. But the habit (and addiction) still kicks in. The words start flowing out and I het my fix.
Good thing I don't have to worry what happens afterwards. There won't be pressure eiter to write, or not to write. I can write whenever I want, whenever I feel like it.
Another thing that makes these days hard is the creeping doubt. I thought I was already certain and made my decision to quit, but then I get these other thoughts - am I throwing away an eight year's effort just like that. It's not something I could get back easily. It would take (almost) eight years to get where I am today.