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Some of my friends on Facebook that are curious always ask me why don't you get your books publish and I answer them I do. But I do it differently because I can call myself an indie writer because I do it all on my own. I for my publishing route I use Smashwords, Wattpad, Jukepop, and etc.

The advantage of these sites is cause the all have an app for the smartphones and they are free. On Smashwords my books are free and I don't set a price on them because I want people to enjoy them and to re-read them over and over without for them to pay or to for example book one of whatever book is free and then book 2-5 you have to pay because that is a real steal because you want to continue the books without paying for it.

BUT NO WORRIES MY BOOKS WILL BE FOREVER FREE AND IF I DO FIND A PUBLISHER IN THE FUTURE I'LL JUST PUT THEM ON EITHER AMAZON OR BARNES AND NOBLES.

Long before there were smartphones and they had the capabilities of throwing pictures, listening to music, reading current event/ books and just dialing a number there was just a regular big phone. A lot of the kids that are growing up now aren't going to know about this nope and if they do see a huge walkie talkie in a museum and ask their parents or grandparents they will say "oh those are cellphones way before the came at a descent size." Yup the kids aren't going to know what it was to carry a notebook, a book, newspaper, a cd player/ walkman radio, or even a camera and then your huge walkie talkie size cellphone into a your purse. Its those time that make generation Y look back at when they were just kids growing up in the 90's or 80's and seeing their parents carry the 1st cellphone and laugh and say " wow, those were really some big phones lol."

Current Location: somewhere over the mountain

When I walk in forest I admire the beauty of nature. Hearing the water run and the birds chirp is therapeutic for me. It makes me want to meditate. The perfection of just looking at the green trees, the river and its water cascading down causes me to be in the enthrallment of silence.

While just relaxing in the forest and meditating , i meditate on the simple side of life , the depths of silence causes my mind to open a bit more. Yes and being under the shade i go out into the sun and give myself a nice sun bath. After the sunbath I go into the clear crisp river and float slowly away. while floating away i close my eyes and let the depths of silence creep in slowly.

Each depth represents the phases of my life some good others bad and the other is whatever. I know that those depths or as you like to call it phases are like a tsunami that just passes by whether it may crash or whether it may calm down and may not hit anything mentally that is.

In honor of St. Patrick's day I bring you a poem

A lot of the Irish came to USA in the late 1700's shortly after the revolutionary war, but the big surge of the Irish coming to America was in the 1840's due to the Famine that struck the land.

I'm sure that the lucky ones that survived the Famine were still holding the desire to come back to their home. Maybe some of their descendants did come back to the emerald Isle.

Despite the fact that Ireland was struck by Famine that wiped out half of the population , the Irish never forgot about their steadfast catholic faith.

St. Patrick was their venerated and famous saint in Ireland despite of him being an English slave / son of a roman Prefect.

He went to Ireland as a slave and although he did hard labor on the farm he was in , his master was a follower of the pagan religion probably a druid follower and he saw how they respected nature but in an usual way.
When he gained his freedom when a voice told him to go back to his parents in England, then when he became a bishop he had heard the voices of the Irish people begging for his return, but other than hearing their voices I bet he wanted to go back despite of him seeing pagan rituals he held no grudge for the land. He died in Ireland , it was there that his remains stayed.

They say Imitations are just mere copies of a people and events.

Imitations are reflections of people imitating people in every aspect of their lives, as well as certain events in history but that's just called a repetition.

I can compare these imitations like smoke in which where fire is ignited and giving it hours or days for it to show up.
The imitation of the person towards the other person can show up for day or months or even years.

You see when a imitation ignites inside the soul of the person its a fire that can't extinguished but it can certainly be distinguished by the other person they are imitating. Their soul is being engulfed by the imitation flame and there's nothing that can extinguish it because needless to say its eternal.

Current Mood: creative
Crossposts: http://hybridwriter1.livejournal.com/1801.html

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