These Boots ARE Made for Talking

These are my new boots. They are also my sale bargain of the year and they are a thing of beauty...Don’t you agree? I stalked them until they came down to half price in the sale, then I marched in with my credit card and like a certain Disney princess’s ugly sister, was determined to make them fit. The thing is, they don’t really. Fit, that is. Well, they sort of do but I have to zip them all up at ankle level, then haul them up over my lardy calves. This results in slight circulatory problems if I wear them for too long or walk in them. Which does limit their use slightly to a) something to be stored and looked at every now and then, or b) something to wear when not much walking and mucho posing is required. Alas, I did only got to wear them twice before they went in the cupboard, only to be removed for airing in October.

Fascinating, I hear you all murmur. But what have my new boots got to do with writing? They can do a lot, but can’t write a story or help me write one. Well, my new boots are, I think, a bit like my manuscript seems to be. A thing of beauty to me, but maybe not be a perfect fit to all. They’re stylish and current and commercial, but by the time October comes and I get to wear them again, they may feel a little dated? And my manuscript, telling a story based around the 2012 Olympics has a certain shelf life before it will be, frankly past its sell by date...

By some weird co-incidence, I had written the first part of this post yesterday to the above ellipsis when this morning, in my in-box appeared my ‘writing’ prompt for the day. (A friend of mine sends me a random word daily, in order to get the writing muscle flexed for the day) The word she gave me today was ‘boot’. So, with this post in mind; here’s what I wrote today having received the prompt and it’s as good a way as any to end the post. (By the way, I should point out that my way of doing this exercise involves simply writing down words or at most a short expression that the given word inspires for one minute only)

Sexy, leather, crinkles, wrinkles, zippy, rainbow, George, Bush, Bungle, Rod Jane and Freddie, lard, fat, dead cow skin, patent, shiny, glossy, crevice, car arse, shape, shift, pressure, circulation, blood, skin indent, pattern, zip teeth, white stitching, heels, buckle, silver.

Was it me saying only yesterday that my boots wouldn’t write a story or help me write one? Silly moi... I’m off to write about a silver shape shifting cow called ‘Sungle.’ She’s a little on the overweight side and has zips instead of udders to make milking easy. Her best friend is a car called Buckle in honour of his safety belts.

Yay! A new children’s series?! Thank you boots...