Woo-hoo! Finished writing the last scene for a new standalone romance this morning, and I am thrilled. Book-high. It’s a powerful upper.
I know it is, because I am also super-thrilled to be celebrating by painting the basement.
Yup. Painting the basement. Mine needs a new coat of waterproofing on the cinderblocks. For any sane person, this is not a fun job. But because I am book-high, I’m all paint!! Brush!! Go-go-go!!
I swear it’s not the paint fumes talking; I haven’t cracked the can yet. I need to get started before the book high wears off, though. Probably sometime this afternoon when painting loses its luster and I try to con my husband into finishing the job. (Does that work for anyone else? I could use some pointers.)