I Was Told There Would Be No Math...

Totally miscounted and miscalculated what I would need to write to hit my fiction totals from last year. Somehow I subtracted 10 pieces that I've already written. So instead of 33 pieces I needed to write 23 pieces. Which now is down to 18 pieces with 15 of those being new for the blog and 3 being new for Dana. 

This is so much more doable. 

Not that I wasn't going to do the other, but looking at 15 pieces for the blog over the next 6 and a half weeks is so much more manageable. Especially considering we are travelling for two of those weeks and three of those weeks have a holiday in them. 

Bonus for Skippy that means much less chance for a ton of poetry. Still will be some poetry, but not as much. 

Now, let me be honest, that's still a ton of fiction. Trying to figure out 18 ideas for pieces is a lot. Trying to figure out 18 ideas for pieces in just 6 weeks is still sort of crazy. But that's me...still sorta crazy...

I'm also tossing around the idea of running a half marathon next year. I have talked myself out of it 3 times so far. All very legitimate reasons why I shouldn't do it, and yet... So I might have next year's goal all set up and it might just be the one thing. We will see what I land on. Part of me REALLY doesn't want to do it, but part of me thinks that's the reason why I should do it. 

Which is such a weird thing really. 

Hey, you know that thing you don't want to do? LET'S DO IT! 

From my own brain! 

What the hell, brain, what is wrong with you?

Registration for that race isn't until December 3rd so I still have a little bit of time to either fully talk myself out of it, or in to it. 

I also have zero idea what I'm going to work on next year. Like in general. I know I need goals, I've proved that, but I don't know what they should be. How much writing? What sort of reading? I've given up on trying to manage my weight. Until the whole thyroid thing is figured out there is no point. For the record my weight dipped down for a moment and now has started to climb back up and since I'm going to bury myself in churros next week at Disneyland it's not going down again for awhile. But at least that gain will make sense. 

And will totally be worth it. 

So next week, don't expect much from the blog. I'll try and post something tomorrow and I might get adventurous and post on Saturday but odds are you won't get anything again until the Sunday cozy story goes up. For the two of you that are reading that.  

But it's okay, because I suck at counting so I've got a little bit of a buffer! Yay!

Whew...