A Landscape attributed to Paul Cezanne.
At times I find him wonderfully medieval; other times, decidedly renaissance.
And always good.
I'm a fallen woman.
"Some falls, some's pushed, and some lays down all by themselves, " observed the madame of a London bordello about her girls. (The quote is from a novel about the Boer War with a title I can't remember, by an author whose name similarily escapes me.)
This weekend I had my eldest infant set me up on Facebook.
I friend you, you friend me,
We're a funny family...
has been oodling through my head ever since.
So many charming old blog friends. So many new and fascinating people. I'm in serious danger of forgetting about whoring my book - which, after all, was the initial and immoral impetus behind signing up. It's not easy being a reluctant trollop.
Finished my author's bio. Have always preferred the term writer as the word best at describing my coffee-swilling activities at the keyboard. However, the conventional advice is that writer is too democratic, and that author is the appropriate and proper term if one has a book to flog.
Corny Joke for Monday:
One day a man came home to be greeted at the door by his wife dressed in a sexy nighty.
"Tie me up," she purred, "And do anything you want..."
So he tied her up and went golfing."