Tuesday, September 05, 2006


...kept me occupied over the weekend. My project is coming along. This morning as I was clicking through the hundreds of images and thinking about related writing, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Three taps. I jumped, screamed and spun my chair around only to discover an equally startled cat. I suspect the cat was looking for an invitation to jump on my back. Either that or my muse paid a visit and I frightened him off. If I had a muse, I'm sure he'd be just like Gazoo from the Flintstones. That would explain everything.


Paula Jane said...

The Great Gazoo! Hey, you made a pop culture reference. Unprompted. I'm impressed - and yes, I think the Great Gazoo is a fitting Muse for you. *smirk*

Brenda Schmidt said...

Ha! I guess I did. A pop culture reference and the story of my life all in one.

Today I've been using gazoo as a verb.
i.e. I gazooed another poem.