I don’t choose my verse. It blows right through me from an unknown source…makes me cry (how I hate to cry) and laugh (which I love to do). Thank God I’ve learned to turn off the spigot when I need to. I do have a day job…I’m no starving artist.
Thanks for the visit and please, share your inner verse with me.
Kindly,
Linda
Hello Linda,
Not sure how I came across your blog, though I think I’ve seen it on a blogroll or two that I frequent around the net.
Very nice to run across a fellow middle-ager. I’ve visit often and perhaps may even feature you on my own blog as a guest blogger.
I love to network with middle age women on the internet. There is quite a community out there and since we are all becoming slaves to this technology, we might as well get to know each other.
Oh yeah, my inner verse changes on a daily basis. I now give myself complete permission to change my mind.