10,000 Words on...Behinds

I didn't update because I've been working like a fiend for the past few days. Talking about the PPD and then forcing myself to focus has done wonders for my thought organization. As I said in the post about depression, you have to fight it. Sometimes fighting it means giving depression a swift kick in the bootchie.

Speaking of bootchie, the project I've been working on was a real pain in it. The past 3 days have been spent writing about:

I don't mean the animal, but you can get my drift. ;-)

10,000 words on behinds. Sore behinds. I had no idea when I embarked on my career of freelance writing that I would ever write what is essentially a novella on butt.

Thank you, life.