Previously published in Examiner
Like everyone else I simply love Bubblews Yahoo Voices and Examiner. These sites give us the freedom we have to write about whatever we want. I am so used to writing for other people when I do my ghostwriting (writing an article and allowing someone else to add their name to it); or when I work for a client or website that requires specific content written in a particular style.
Bubblews even allows us to republish our work. As you know, I do some fresh articles like this one, and I post older previously published articles as well.
What Bubblews has done by allowing me to post these articles is to walk me down memory lane. Some people publish and then forget. However, my writing is as important to me as a painting is to a painter. I cherish each and every article that I write.
Having a chance to read these articles again helps me to remember what was happening in my life at the time I was writing them.
For example, when I wrote the creative writing piece “A Blank Slate” I remembered a very special moment with Matt, my life partner and fiancé.
When I wrote “My Little Star” I remembered the evening of the school Christmas Concert and my four year old son was the star on top of the Christmas tree. I remember it with all the joy and passion I had that night and my heart still swells when I look back at that moment in time.
When I write about people I remember all the people who have come and gone from my life. Some brought great joy to my life and some brought pain.
When I wrote about my sister dying and her subsequent death, I remember her as she was, I remember some painful memories about our relationship, but more importantly she remains alive in my spirit.
When I write about my deceased grandmother I remember the most beautiful human being in the world. I remember our love for each other and how she took me in and loved me to the day she died. I remember her good deeds, her spirit, and her life. My grandmother is not deceased she is alive and happy residing in my soul and in my heart.
When I write about the poverty I have lived through I remember those times vividly and I look how far I have come since then and I thank God that he was there with me all the long and how good he has been to me since then.
I remember the good and bad and I am at peace with myself under the loving protective embrace of God the Father. I remember it all.
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Personal experience with different websites and writing jobs
