A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere.
His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success.
He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
So, nobody’s perfect.
No, forcing them doesn’t work well at all. I was going to send you and just a few others a special invite to where I’ll mostly be now (things went awry somehow at the other blog). However, there’s no obligation intended for you to Follow/Read/Like/Comment. It appears you have 2 blogs, yes?
Love it.
The ‘process’ summed up – in a poem!
That there is no process – except life and words and the freedom in the writer of the words.
And the last verse nails it.
That happens for me too. You do such a lovely job of it. Blessings, Leslie
Aha, you’re in disguise here!
I find it best just to let it happen, I’ve never been able to force a poem.
No, forcing them doesn’t work well at all. I was going to send you and just a few others a special invite to where I’ll mostly be now (things went awry somehow at the other blog). However, there’s no obligation intended for you to Follow/Read/Like/Comment. It appears you have 2 blogs, yes?
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I really like this. The simplicity of the words you have used add to the overall impact.
My apologies for not replying sooner to your kind words here.
I usually try to respond in less than 4 months!
Love it.
The ‘process’ summed up – in a poem!
That there is no process – except life and words and the freedom in the writer of the words.
And the last verse nails it.
Apologies, Jenne, I seem to have missed the comments here.
I’m a big believer in not overthinking, just letting it happen…
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