As you know, I closed shop on my website. And you may recall that Gladys the Goose (aka The Muse) was a tad miffed to find out she’d been dismissed without so much as a by your leave.
Never mind that I was preparing a place of honor for her at the new and improved Cathy C. Hall writing home. She ran away from home home (without so much as a by your leave, I might add). But I got up bright and early this morning to track her down. Because neither a leaking pipe (which I found in the basement) nor HUGE spider webs (which I found in the other part of the basement), nor stinky shoes (which I found in the closet) could keep me from my appointed er, appointment with Gladys.
Finally, I looked outside and found Gladys plopped in the garden (Granted, it’s not much of a garden. But then I’m not much of a gardener). Apparently, Gladys had decided she would be better appreciated in the garden, as a “ScareGoose”, rather than in my office as a Muse.
And I don’t suppose I need to tell you who was out there, egging her on? Cathy-on-a-Stick, that’s who.
Despite my pleas, Gladys refused to budge– and I had a luncheon date. But as soon as I returned, I tromped back outside to the garden to try again. Whereupon I found Gladys (and Cathy-on-a-Stick) up to entirely new shenanigans (I suspected all along that garden gig wouldn’t last).
Can you imagine? Where they found that magazine, I’ll never know. (But I suspect that the Beneficent Mr. Hall was somehow involved. He has always had a soft spot for plastic animals.)
Well, I gave Gladys a firm talking to. “Gladys,” I said, “if you want to be a Muse, you have to show up every day. Every day, Gladys. Not just when you feel like it. You can’t go getting your feelings hurt everytime things don’t work out the way you want them to go. Writing is a tough business,” I said. “But when the going gets tough, the tough get going! So, who’s with me?”
(I was pretty much stealing Bluto’s Big Speech from Animal House, minus the expletives, of course.)
That Gladys is one heckuva muse. When I came back from the bathroom, guess where I found her?
And then I found Miss Cathy-on-a-Stick.
Shame, shame, Cathy-on-a-Stick.
ha ha. Those two silly characters.
And that Cathy on a stick. I think you ought not be too hard on her. She may be doing research and brainstorming there at the end. I find a little wine always helps with the plotting.
and that reminds me of something I saw no facebook:
Wine is to women as duct tape is to men…it fixes everything.
Oh, that Facebook. Such a treasure trove of wisdom! 🙂
VERY funny post, Cathy.
Actually, I think Cathy-on-a-Stick had the right idea…Keep the wine and the gossip comin’…
Well, thanks, Sioux. But I really owe it all to my muse. 😉
Hmm…it appears that Cathy-on-a-Stick does not even bother with a glass. She, too, might be soaking up some Bluto influence. Hopefully, you will not catch her hosting a toga party. Or sporting a grade point average of zero point zero.
Um…too late, Val. 😉
When Gladys gets done musing you, could she come over and muse me? Cause I don’t seem to have one. All I’ve got is a foul-tempered “Inner Editor” that I have to let out of her cage for rewriting and she is NASTY.
I’m not on speaking terms with MY Inner Editor, but Gladys…well, she honks, but I have no idea what she’s talking about. 😉
And a happy ending was had by all. 🙂
Ha! Couldn’t have said it better myself!
Those two characters get around, don’t they? You are funny.
Cathy-on-a-Stick gets out quite a bit–I just forget the camera. 🙂
Ha ha ha! Maybe Cathy-On-A-Stick is Gladys’s muse?! COS drinks the wine to give Gladys the words so you can get all the glory? 🙂
Sounds like a splendiferous plan to me, Madeline!
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