This morning, I am this close to finishing my novel. So close I can almost taste it. I began the last chapter last night, wrote some more of it this morning. After this last chapter will be the epilogue, and the first draft will be finished!
I am so close. So eager to complete this project. Most days while I’m eating my breakfast smoothie, I write. So you would think that as soon as I’m ready to eat, I would grab my NEO2 with reckless abandon and furiously work on finishing my novel.
But I don’t. Instead, I find myself sitting down with my Kindle, reading (listening, really; I always use text-to-speech). For about five minutes. At which point I realize that I am not working on my novel.
I think it was a subconscious thing. I’ve written the rest of it in my head, so I’m done, right?
An alternative to, “Are we there yet?”
B’s latest obsession is remote control gadgets. He’s been devouring videos on channels devoted to the topic, and was so excited to receive a quadcopter for his birthday.
The problem with it is, it’s too noisy (and really, for our house, too big) to fly inside, and it doesn’t work outside if it’s too windy. Turns out, the season being autumn, we’ve had a lot of windy days since his birthday.
Long story short, B had watched a video about a micro-drone, and decided to use his own money to buy it himself. It’s arrival was scheduled to happen some time yesterday. He woke up asking us to check the tracking. Then when we did – and told him nothing he didn’t already know – he started asking, “What time will it be here?”
And he asked it over and over and over again. Once when I told him it may not be here until evening, he asked, “When’s evening? Is it evening yet?”
It did, indeed, arrive in the evening. Just before supper. Plenty of time for him to play with it before bed. Hooray! Because he had threatened to play with it even if UPS didn’t show until his bedtime (which it used to always do and sometimes still does).
No longer tolerating
I don’t know what’s going on with me, but for days I’ve been in a “nesting” mood. Whatever can be decluttered has been decluttered. As I’ve been decluttering, I’ve realized that we’ve been tolerating quite the junky look in our house.
I will soon write a long blog post dedicated to this topic. Long story short, when we moved here I wanted to spend as little money as possible on our new house, to use whatever we already had in the way of furniture.
As a result, some areas of the house look junky. I don’t want our house to look like the storage shed, I want it to look like nice. Easy on the eyes.
I have some ideas, and I will keep you updated on the changes I make in case they inspire you to make your own home more beautiful. The ideas I have, however, depend on J doing some building for me. And since he’s in the middle of building our vertical strawberry garden, which I need him to finish soon, I have to wait on my ideas.
So today, I took a baby step. There was an ugly brown stain on the lace curtain covering the short bookcases in the middle of our great room. Not a big stain, but ugly.
I decided I’ve been tolerating it for too long.
So I soaked it in some diluted 30% hydrogen peroxide.
And now, here’s what it looks like:
And a baby step toward creating a more beautiful home.