Weighed myself this morning. Am a couple of pounds over my goal weight.

However, my period is also going to arrive at any time now. I’ve been having symptoms and massive hormone fluctuations the last couple of days. And I’m pretty swollen. So I’m not going to do anything about my weight, not this week. I continue to (mostly) make smart choices. I’m not worried about it at this point.

I had thought that I was writing a trilogy of novels. Turned out to be three novellas instead. Oops. Will put them all in a single spine, a three-part novel. Can also publish the first one on its own. Will see what happens when I finish all three.

I realize what I did, though, why it’s so short. I don’t have any subplots. In order for a story, for me, to be longer, I need more subplots. It’s a single point of view and very much a car chase through the whole thing. If I added in more POVs, threw in more complications, then it would have been longer.

I’m okay with that. I realize what happened now, and I will need to think about that in the future. For now, it is what it is.

In the meanwhile, this morning I pivot over and write a new short story. I think. It isn’t a novel, that much I know. But it might be another novella. We’ll see. It’s hard SF and kind of creepy and fun.

I’ve written over 500K words so far this year. I’m over 25K for the month. While I’m keeping my goal of 750K for this year, I’m planning on a different goal next year. I cannot count on my health, I’m afraid. I wish I could. On the good weeks, I get in A LOT of words. On the meh weeks, I don’t.

For me, I find it much easier psychologically if I set a lower goal and blow by it, rather than a higher goal that I’m always struggling to reach. It can’t be too low of a goal, however. I’m right now considering 600K next year, or 660K. That appears to be a much more sustainable pace for me, without the writing marathons.

Because of all the hormone issues, I had at first believed that I’d go write at a coffee shop this morning. However, I have also way over peopled the last week or so, and I need the quiet more. Plus, I have more brain today than I was expecting, despite how my body is feeling.

I do wish that I could find the perfect combination of food and hormones (and probably exercise) so that I didn’t have any symptoms. I don’t know if that’s possible. I do tell myself to be thankful that all I’m having are somewhat meh days, instead of Bad Days, which I suspect is what I would be having without the diet I’m currently following.

And I think that’s it! I have been thinking about this short story for a couple of weeks and it really wants to get written.

What project are you looking forward to this week? Writing or otherwise?