Memories, Fact vs. Emotion

Writing What You Know

By Annette Rey

Your private memories reveal a different kind of truth separate from actual facts. The wallpaper you contemplated as you fell asleep as a child, counting the flowers or countryside images, took on a different reality than what the manufacturers intended.

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Public Service Announcement for My Readers

Cynical Me!

By Annette Rey

This post has nothing to do with writing, unless you want to write about this menace.

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Write That Important Moment

They Pass Without Us Noticing

By Annette Rey

Agatha Christie said, “One doesn’t recognize the really important moments in one’s life until it’s too late.”

Do yourself and your writing life a favor, sit down right now and write down that important moment in your life – the one that really happened or the one you wish would.

 

 

 

Not Getting Very Far as a Writer?

To Pen Name or Not

By Annette Rey

It sounds simple and ridiculous to think changing your name may improve your writing opportunities, but here’s a writer’s story that may make you think differently.

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A Writer’s Lament

Not the Usual Writing Lesson

By Annette Rey

What do I want to say? Will I tell you things you don’t want to hear?

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Writers, Are You Stuck?

Awareness and Attitude

By Annette Rey

I came across this piece of profound wisdom and want to share it with writers and any person trying to maneuver through life’s journey.

When you need a lifeline, you need a reminder like this.

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A Gentle Thought for Your Day

Puddle Birds

By Annette Rey

It’s a 97 degree day. I’m waiting at a stoplight, just exiting a superhighway. Stressed, I look to the side and see a few stray birds hopping with fervor, drinking and splashing in a small puddle of water as they ignore the horrors of man’s creations surrounding them – fumes, noise, unnatural cement surfaces, an emotionless, colorless hell. This single oasis was formed by a gash in the dry soil from the tracks of a destructive construction machine. The birds’ antics cheer me up. I am glad for them. I, like they, are thankful for little things.