And it has occurred at me: I never ‘gave’ her a Proper Name.
I am gonna go with ‘Katherine.’
Works for me (And Hopefully, Her)
I was at my computer, banging out my latest travesty of prose.
As Was instructed/demanded by MS Muse.
Finished it and hit The ‘Publish’ Button.
(I NEVER allow Anyone, not even MS Muse, to proof-read or comment on my so-called ‘work’ before I cast it out into the endless sea that is the Internet.)
Muse will certainly be the first to read it and then as she is reading it, I’ll stand by for heavy rolls and unhappy critique.
But this post is not about that.
I leaned back in my chair, cracked open another beer, and glanced over my shoulder at MS Muse.
She had not yet gotten the “Moron-Writer-Just-Posted Alert.”
She was preoccupied with working her NYT Crossword
(Using an INK PEN! Vice a PENCIL like all the rest of us Mortals. Who has confidence enough to do that? She does.)
As I was staring at her, she apparently became aware.
She put down her New York Times, stared right back at me and said,
I cleared my throat, mustered all the courage and moxie I had remaining, and said,
“Will You Marry Me? I am in love with you.”
She slapped the shit outta me.
“Snap out of it!” She said.
It didn’t exactly go like this, but this here/below, is
I can concoct it as however is my wont.
Call it ‘Creative License.’
If you must.
To be continued…
P.S., I am in love with Carly Simon
(As if Regular Readers Did Not Already Know This)
She was / is a bit of a slut,
But ain’t we all?
(I warmly embrace my ‘slutiness.’ It defines me)
Carly’s Slutiness Makes Me Love Her Even That Much More!
She is for reals!
I should not have called you a slut–I live in a Glass House—
Casting Stones is Not Wise on My Part.