Well, I gained .6 lbs this past week. That's all right though. I'm not freaking out about it or anything. I already know I'm in the next size down for jeans. Also, it's not that hideously much and the way this week has gone, where it's been more of a "eat what's in front of you when you can get it" sort of scenario, I expected it. Honestly, I expected more, so it was kind of a relief knowing it was that small of a gain. I'm back on track this week. I intend on suggested a healthy place to go when my friend calls to let me know she's ready to go to lunch.
It feels as if things have gotten back to normal just a tad. Nobody is home today but me and it's enabled me to get things done. I'll have to go shopping sometime later for dinner, as my dad did another one of his signature switcharoos. There was no reason whatsoever that we had to wait for him to go to the grocery store (which he blew off last night), he just was saying he was going to go. If I had known that my husband and I would have gone right to the store and gotten that knocked out from the beginning. So that's on today's slated plans, at some point. I was going to do it right after getting together with my friend, since she lives right behind the grocery store, but I may have to head home early to get my MIL if my SIL is not available. Kind of up in the air, which bothers me, but then it doesn't because even though it's all open ended, I've still got sort of an action plan.
There were creepy things going on today. Two high school age kids were walking down the road with their back packs as I was leaving for the WW meeting this morning. That's pretty unusual, and I've never seen those two before. So I was a little worried about that. Nothing awry at home though, so no big deal. However, on my way home, even closer than the two kids with the back packs, there was some scroungy, creepy looking guy on a bike with a black trash bag that was off his bike but hopped on it really quickly as I passed. He was riding his bike in our direction too. Normally people like that aren't out here either, and I've never seen him before. There's a lot of bikers that go through here and damn near all of them we at least recognize and know that they usually come through. It's only of special concern because there's also been a white van riding around out this way for the last couple months breaking into houses randomly. The van was actually sitting up at the top of the hill opposite of ours last night and when one of my FIL's friends passed through to come visit the van flipped his high beams on and slowly started heading in our direction.
Well, I think that's all for now. I'm working up another short story, or something to that effect. I've decided that those are what I'm going to aim myself as, as short stories are a problem spot for me. I have NEVER been successful with them. I'm more the type of writer to write a huge, long, chapter filled story. Once I get going I have a hard time stopping short. It all just flows out and before I know it I've got a 300 to 600 page document. I'm going to try to aim to get better at writing stories that only take up 5 maximum pages. So, in the spirit of that I have some questions for anybody reading:
- Is 5 pages maximum even a little too long?
- What do you most expect to get out of a short story?
- What immediately turns you off of a short story?
- Is it more important to have a readable "just because" story than it is to have a moral/theme to the story?
- By that I mean, does it bother you if there is no moral. Some stories can just be written "just because". Sort of like if you were to tell somebody a story that happened to you with no moral to it, you just tell it because it's entertaining.
- Do you prefer the moral/theme to be blatant and easy to find or do you like having to think about it a bit and pull the moral from it yourself?
- I mean do you want the moral expressed plainly, or more subtly?
