This past Friday I got a wild hair, and in the middle of working on the demons, I went into the bathroom and decided I'd seen enough of the rusty old tile. So you know what I did? I took a scraper, and I ripped it all out. Yep. Every scrap of tile in about 30 minutes. It's down to a bare cement flooring in there. And you know something? I've seen tiles that look like my cement floor at Home Depot. People pay good money to make their tiles look like that bare floor these days. Why in the hell did the people who build the house cover it with crap tiles? Really, it's not that bad!
I grabbed a cpk box and piled all the tile in it, and started marking a path off to Mini's room. What a beautiful sight! Hubby got home and looked at the floor all scraped down to the slab. He kinda had this dull, worried look. "Yeah, honey, I see. And you did this because...?"
Well, because for one thing, I've been bitching about the tile for the ten years we've lived here, and I've come to the conclusion that the only way I'm going to get a pretty floor like what we had in the old place is to do it myself. So there you have it. Bare floors ready to be painted. What better way to avoid writing?
Hubby just nodded in dubious agreement. I'm sure he was fine with the tile being ripped out - as long as I didn't make him do any work on it. At least that was my impression. *lol*
Over the weekend, hubby and Oldest went to see Ghostrider, and I had them stop by Home Depot for my floor paint. Before he left, hubby asked what color I wanted. "A brown," I told him. "Not white. But not dark brown. Sort of a sand, or a wheat color." Okay, yeah, I can see how he'd be confused after rereading that. Shown above is the actual cell phone picture of Oldest holding up the strip of floor paint colors. Hubby emailed this to me, and waited patiently. I looked over the colors, and saw a few on there that were close, but not quite what I'd had in mind. Finally I emailed hubby and told him I wanted the color they show under the car tire. So there you have it. My floor color: car tire brown. Or maybe that should be Spring Mud. Or something like that. You know those flaky color names they put on things.
So today I have to treat the floors with this scrubby stuff. I don't mind. The floor needs mopping anyway. Once that dries, and the temp warms up, I'll be painting my floors. Martha Stewart, I am.
Now for writing... I wrote a whopping four chapters onto those ornery demons, salvaged another few that were already there, and pieced together what amounts to about half a manuscript. It blows my mind that I accomplished that in one busy weekend. I'm going to add more in today, and see where it's going. I woke up in the middle of the night, and had to take notes. The demons were talking again. I've learned when they talk, I better listen.
I have a goal of 2 chapters today, and I'm pretty sure I can slog through this. If you read this far, and can spare a square - uh, I mean, spare a few seconds to answer! - please do. Here's the burning question: Do you have a daily word count goal? How do you motivate yourself to reach it?
That's it for me. The demons are calling. Happy Monday!