Human beings are the most intelligent species on the planet earth. At least that is what we think. I can't help but wonder if we are the most intelligent, why do we hate so much.
People hate other people because of the color of their skin, their religion, their nationality, their social status, whether they are straight or gay. I don't understand it, I really don't. This is a beautiful planet that we live on, we should all get along, but we don't.
Somewhere in the world there is always a war going on. People from one country are killing people from another country that they don't even know. Why, because their governments tell them that people from that country are evil, they are bad, they will take over our country if we let them.
The Vietnam War was fought because Americans were told that if we didn't stop communism in Asia it would take over America. Over 58,000 Americans were killed because our government hated North Vietnam. The war like with every war made many Americans super rich at the cost of blood of our fighting men and women.
People kill because they don't like the way someone looks, they don't like what other people have and they don't, they kill because they are on drugs, they kill because they rob someone, they kill for no apparent reason. Hatred in America and in other parts of the world are so wide-spread that it will never stop.
There are people that will go out of their way to help others in need. There should be more people like that.
Really, I don't understand hated. Maybe, someone can explain it to me. To me it makes no sense.
Copyright Larry W. Fish 2015
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Sunday, March 29, 2015
Saturday, March 28, 2015
THINKING BACK
I am 66 years old and I guess at this age it is a time when people my age often think back to the good old days. I often let my mind wander back to the 1950s. It was a tough life growing up, but I have many happy memories.
I grew up as a country boy and those memories are something I will cherish until the day I die. I would often walk through the forest and watch some squirrels playing, seeing some wild turkeys, or sit on a large rock and watch a herd of deer. A couple of miles through the forest I would come to a little stream called, Pup Run. It was small and would often dry up in the summer. I would sit on a rock there and read a classic by one of my favorite authors, Mark Twain. I would read about life on the Mississippi River as I looked at that little stream and pretended it was my Mississippi. I guess it sounds kind of silly now to have those thoughts, but to a little boy no more than ten years old it seemed so real.
I remember riding my bicycle almost ever day with my best friend, Billy Jones. We would ride our bikes to the railroad tracks and watch the trains climbing or descending the long hill through the Pocono Mountains of northeastern Pennsylvania. We would wave to the engineer, he would wave back and blow the horn of the engine for us. It gave us a thrill of a lifetime. Those days are long past, well over fifty years ago.
Billy and I would often collect our glass soda bottles, but them in the baskets of our bikes and take them to Lewis's supermarket where we traded the bottles in. With the money we would buy some candy and another bottle of soda. We would stop at a flat rock on Mill Creek, put the soda in the cold water to cool off as we eat our candy. Billy and I would talk for the longest time. We both had dreams of what it would be like to grow up.
My brother, Jim, and myself loved to spend time outside. There was no computer games back in those days. I often wish there was none now. We would play football in our yard with a waxed paper milk carton stuffed with leaves, go to a field and play baseball, or play basketball by the hour in our driveway no matter how cold it was. In the winter we would spend a lot of time on our uncle John's pond ice skating.
It has been years since I moved away from the Pocono Mountains. However I think of it often. I didn't grow up rich, far from it. Actually, I am still far from it. Over 60 years ago since the 1950s. I now have been married over 44 years, have 2 wonderful children, 5 grand kids, and now have a great granddaughter. I just hope that they all love life as much as I do.
Memories, that is what life is all about. There have been good memories and bad memories, but I don't think much of the bad ones. I like the memories that make me smile, make me glad that I grew up a country boy. You can take the boy out of the country, but you can never take the country out of the boy.
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Copyright Larry W. Fish 2015
I grew up as a country boy and those memories are something I will cherish until the day I die. I would often walk through the forest and watch some squirrels playing, seeing some wild turkeys, or sit on a large rock and watch a herd of deer. A couple of miles through the forest I would come to a little stream called, Pup Run. It was small and would often dry up in the summer. I would sit on a rock there and read a classic by one of my favorite authors, Mark Twain. I would read about life on the Mississippi River as I looked at that little stream and pretended it was my Mississippi. I guess it sounds kind of silly now to have those thoughts, but to a little boy no more than ten years old it seemed so real.
I remember riding my bicycle almost ever day with my best friend, Billy Jones. We would ride our bikes to the railroad tracks and watch the trains climbing or descending the long hill through the Pocono Mountains of northeastern Pennsylvania. We would wave to the engineer, he would wave back and blow the horn of the engine for us. It gave us a thrill of a lifetime. Those days are long past, well over fifty years ago.
Billy and I would often collect our glass soda bottles, but them in the baskets of our bikes and take them to Lewis's supermarket where we traded the bottles in. With the money we would buy some candy and another bottle of soda. We would stop at a flat rock on Mill Creek, put the soda in the cold water to cool off as we eat our candy. Billy and I would talk for the longest time. We both had dreams of what it would be like to grow up.
My brother, Jim, and myself loved to spend time outside. There was no computer games back in those days. I often wish there was none now. We would play football in our yard with a waxed paper milk carton stuffed with leaves, go to a field and play baseball, or play basketball by the hour in our driveway no matter how cold it was. In the winter we would spend a lot of time on our uncle John's pond ice skating.
It has been years since I moved away from the Pocono Mountains. However I think of it often. I didn't grow up rich, far from it. Actually, I am still far from it. Over 60 years ago since the 1950s. I now have been married over 44 years, have 2 wonderful children, 5 grand kids, and now have a great granddaughter. I just hope that they all love life as much as I do.
Memories, that is what life is all about. There have been good memories and bad memories, but I don't think much of the bad ones. I like the memories that make me smile, make me glad that I grew up a country boy. You can take the boy out of the country, but you can never take the country out of the boy.
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Copyright Larry W. Fish 2015
Saturday, March 14, 2015
SELF PUBLISH
There was a time when I thought an author had to have their book published by a traditional publisher to have any success. Times have changed in the publishing business and more and more people are taking the self-publishing route because of the frustration of trying to get a book published the traditional way.
I have done some research and found that many great writers had books self-published. A few of them are, Zane Grey, Carl Sandburg, Mark Twain, Edgar Allen Poe, Benjamin Franklin, and Edgar Rice Burroughs.
There is no shame in self-publishing, as a matter of fact I think it is the way to go because you have control over the publishing process. Self-publishers want to do it your way and want to make you happy.
I have decided that I will support self-published books more than I ever have. There are many great books out there that deserve to be read. I used e-booktime.com to have my novel, Walk to Love, published. I had a much better time with them that I did with the place I had my first novel published at about one third the price. There are many self-publishing companies and authors need to do a lot of research before they decide on the company to publish their book.
Many authors that decide to have their books self-published will have success. One of those is a friend of mine, Jan Reid. I recently read her novel, Deep Water Tears. As soon as I started to read it I could feel that Jan had a talent for writing. Her novel pulled me in like a magnet wanting to know what was going to happen next. Jan's novel is listed on amazon.com.
If you would like to see a list of books published by my publisher e-booktime.com, go to their website and click on store. You will find some good reading there.
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Copyright Larry W. Fish 2015
I have done some research and found that many great writers had books self-published. A few of them are, Zane Grey, Carl Sandburg, Mark Twain, Edgar Allen Poe, Benjamin Franklin, and Edgar Rice Burroughs.
There is no shame in self-publishing, as a matter of fact I think it is the way to go because you have control over the publishing process. Self-publishers want to do it your way and want to make you happy.
I have decided that I will support self-published books more than I ever have. There are many great books out there that deserve to be read. I used e-booktime.com to have my novel, Walk to Love, published. I had a much better time with them that I did with the place I had my first novel published at about one third the price. There are many self-publishing companies and authors need to do a lot of research before they decide on the company to publish their book.
Many authors that decide to have their books self-published will have success. One of those is a friend of mine, Jan Reid. I recently read her novel, Deep Water Tears. As soon as I started to read it I could feel that Jan had a talent for writing. Her novel pulled me in like a magnet wanting to know what was going to happen next. Jan's novel is listed on amazon.com.
If you would like to see a list of books published by my publisher e-booktime.com, go to their website and click on store. You will find some good reading there.
amazon.com/author/larry_w_fish
Copyright Larry W. Fish 2015
Sunday, March 1, 2015
A TALENTED WRITER
I have been writing for about six years now and I enjoy every minute of it. I don't consider myself a great writer, but a good writer. I love to tell a story and I like to write from the heart. Myself and many other writers I know have failed in getting our books published the traditional way. Them and myself have went the self-publishing route. There is nothing wrong with that, but if you are self-publishing do a lot of research. They vary a lot in price and the services they provide. Most will post your books on amazon and Barnes and Noble websites.
I recently became aware of a fellow writer from Australia that had her novel, Deep Water Tears, self-published. I knew that she had some works on kindle, but I don't have kindle so I was waiting, hoping she would get something in print. That wish just recently became a reality. I bought a copy of, Deep Water Tears by Jan Reid.
From the first page, Jan, pulled me into the story like a magnet. It is one of those novels that you hate to put down because you know something unexpected will happen soon. Deep Water Tears is a novel of romance and life in Australia. I learned things about Australia that I never knew before. I found out that there is prejudice in Australia, just like we have in America. I saw how a mother tries to keep two people apart because she didn't approve of them seeing each other.
I don't want to say anything more, because if you purchase a copy of, Deep Water Tears, I want you to enjoy it as much as I did. Consider buying a copy and support a fellow writer that is also a good friend. Jan and I most likely will never meet because of the distance between us, but we both have a love for writing.
Copyright Larry W. Fish 2015
I recently became aware of a fellow writer from Australia that had her novel, Deep Water Tears, self-published. I knew that she had some works on kindle, but I don't have kindle so I was waiting, hoping she would get something in print. That wish just recently became a reality. I bought a copy of, Deep Water Tears by Jan Reid.
From the first page, Jan, pulled me into the story like a magnet. It is one of those novels that you hate to put down because you know something unexpected will happen soon. Deep Water Tears is a novel of romance and life in Australia. I learned things about Australia that I never knew before. I found out that there is prejudice in Australia, just like we have in America. I saw how a mother tries to keep two people apart because she didn't approve of them seeing each other.
I don't want to say anything more, because if you purchase a copy of, Deep Water Tears, I want you to enjoy it as much as I did. Consider buying a copy and support a fellow writer that is also a good friend. Jan and I most likely will never meet because of the distance between us, but we both have a love for writing.
Copyright Larry W. Fish 2015
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