I thought I finished Book 3 back in the first week of June. I started the next book and everything, but something about the way it ended just didn’t feel right. For the past five weeks, I kept going back to how things ended. When I considered crossing out everything I’d written since then and trying again, my sister told me I was crazy. Over the weekend, I added another chapter to the end of Book 3 anyway. I’m satisfied with it now, although it’s only a first draft and far from acceptable.
In a way, I’ve felt like that with a lot of things, like they didn’t feel complete, but they were good enough. I really don’t like that feeling, like I could’ve done better if I hadn’t quit prematurely. I feel like that can be applied to a lot of things in life, but right now, I’m going to apply it to my room.
I’m still working on my room. Unfortunately, it’s not going as quickly as I would have liked, but I don’t want to rush it and do a worse job. It’s frustrating because I don’t really have anywhere to do crafts or write (I’m currently sitting on the floor of my sister’s room and it’s not exactly the best place for writing). I can’t wait to finish painting my room and put everything back because my room was a really inspiring and calming place to be. It was an oasis, of sorts, and that’s what a room should be.
I’ve never painted a room before, so I’m kind of learning as I go along. Did you know you’re supposed to prime your walls after filling in holes and sanding them over? Otherwise when you paint over those spots, you can still sort of see them. Granted, these spots are in my closet where I will be adding shelves later, so they might not be very noticeable to anyone, but I like to be thorough.
The last time my bedroom was painted, I was thirteen and it was at my old house. I went a little overboard and chose lime green, bright yellow, and purplish-blue for my wall colours. It looked pretty good for a little while, but soon got a bit overwhelming. I wasn’t allowed to paint it again and to this day, you can see the colours of my thirteen-year-old choices in that room.
For my new room, I’ve chosen more subtle colours. I have a tendency to go dramatic and colourful, but I figured I could at least keep the walls neutral and then go crazy with the colours in every other aspect. Still, I couldn’t make it too easy for myself. I plan to paint the top half of my walls a light shade of grey and the bottom half white. I still have to figure out how to do that. We’ll see how it turns out.