Hubby is home and painting our bedroom as I type this!!! From work. Yeah, I'm wrong on alot of levels. Our room has been the catch-all crap room for the past 3 years, taped and floated unfinished sheetrock, piles of things in the corners we hide away, and 60-year old furniture.
It's our turn. Deep long sigh.
We've finished texturing, ordered new furniture, ditched the old (living out of plastic tubs but it's worth the sacrifice.) and right now my husband is rolling paint. We picked dark furniture with bronze accents and we're painting a milk chocolate-y color with cream trim. He called me to tell me I'm going to gain 15 pounds sitting in there because it's making him want a Heath bar. I'm so excited!!!!!
Not just to have a new bedroom... but a new writing room! I write in there sitting on the bed with my laptop, and it's such a chaotic place. It will still be chaotic, but it will now be awesome and chaotic. We still have shelving and decor to deal with, but it's getting there.
I'm going to send out some more queries tonight...excited about that too. Because not only does it fulfill my commitment to getting it out there, it also mentally frees me up to start the next one. The other night, I wasn't sleeping, and I laid there and plotted out my problem areas for my next wip, so I'm getting closer to actually getting something down in type instead of just floating around in my head.
Oh and my daughter is 14 today. Unbelievable. Very significant age for me...I remember it well and I know all the things I did...and started doing...at 14. Scares the living crap out of me!! :)