Isn’t this rose beautiful? My boyf gave it to me (see below), and I took its portrait with my new digital camera which I went out to buy today, prompted by the beauty of Find me a Bluebird‘s blog, and helped by a good friend who is a wonderful artist and knows about digital cameras. She hasn’t got a blog, otherwise I’d tell you about it.
I don’t really know how photography and writing the short story from the novel-that’s-no-longer-a-novel, or even writing the second second novel, go together, but I have a feeling that I’ll find a way. There are certainly endless MATing possibilities, and, quite probably, endless possibilities for inspiration when on a walking-in-the-park MAT because I’ve got backache and absolutely cannot put one more word in front of another. (That really should be one word behind another, shouldn’t it? Words don’t anticipate each other, except, on bizarre occasions, in my dreams. Once, in a dream, I heard the words, ‘And I turned a corner of syllables.’)
It has only just occurred to me (more than a month after beginning this blog) that MATing reads like mating, which it absolutely isn’t. This blog is all about MATs, not mates, but, because it’s Sunday and I’m not writing, let alone MATing, here’s an Annie Lawson cartoon which has made me laugh for years and years, ever since a great friend sent it to me:My boyf and I have settled on boyf and girlf (or the elongated versions of same, despite their schoolgirlish-boyish nature), but if you can’t decide, because you can’t read the captions underneath the cartoons (photography a bit off, sorry), they read like this: 1: No, sounds too boring 2: No, sounds too schoolgirl-ish and 3: If you say this, I say you need help. But if you can’t read the fourth balloon caption, I’m not going to spell it out for you.
And so to write, tomorrow morning.