|Posted on March 5, 2019 at 11:10 AM|
Saturday I spend most of the day writing. The hubster generously gave up desktop dibs for me, when I was all set to hunker over a laptop set on a TV tray with a folding chair.
Instead, I was upgraded to first class: the big captain's chair with the mesh back and the sculpted seat that gently cups my ass.
But...well...things didn't turn out as planned. I turned away for a second and lost my chance, forcing me to spend the day on an ancient red sonofabitch with zero padding in the back.
I got my project done, so it worked out in the end. My reward was a kink or two, but art is pain.
I mean...how could I say no to this face?
Categories: Writer's Life