The other week I went to my old hometown to visit some friends.  While there, I got a chance to see an ex of mines who we’ve remained very good friends.  We talked about life, love, my books, etc.  But she said something to me that caught my attention:  “Larry, why do you always post things about Tania but you act as if my kids do not exist?”  That hurt.  You see, her kids, when I met her were all infacts and young.  I loved her for being a single mother and we always got along.  I love the kids dearly too. 

I told her I had no excuse, but it was not intentional.  She told me to prove to them I love them, post their pics on facebook.  Then she challenged me with this:  “Post on their that they are your biological kids if you really do love them.”  I told her that’s a lie, BUT I’ll do it.  I also told her this:  “All hell will break loose once I do that.”  I should have bet her some money on that.

I put it up that Sunday and since then, Oh my God!

I’ve had about 37 women going off on me telling me I’m a liar, deceiver, freak, etc.  I have not taken their pics down yet, but I just wanted to see how human nature really is.  I called her and told her about it, and she said, “Oops, my bad.”  The price for proving something to someone when it really doesn’t matter.  37 women have questioned me about if these are my kids, and why I lied about having only one.  I’m not dating anyone now, but the responses I’ve had have been overwhelming.  For some reason, I wanted to keep it up for 7 days to see how many negative comments and rants I’d receive…’s been MANY!

What makes me a liar is the kids are mines………..step kids, not biological.  But the backlash has been done.  I should have bet their mom some money because I knew I’d catch it.  But again, that’s the EXACT reason I don’t post my personal business on Facebook.  Oh, and for the “friend” via down south that fell for that, going off on me like I was a dog.   I’ve got one thing to say to you………………..WOW!

Until next time bloggers,

Happy Easter

Larry Nelson



Last night, I received a long text from a friend who shed some light as to who Larry Nelson is.  She told me that I focus more on other people in my blogs than the man in the mirror.  I guess in her eyes my blogs show the flaws and failures of others, yet I cannot seem to point out the ones in my life.  So for the first time in my life I, Larry Nelson, will reveal things about me only a select few do know.

1.  I SNORE LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN!  Yes, I do snore.  I inherited it from my mom.  I once had a girlfriend who told me that she could not marry a man who snores.  True to her word, we are not together now.  I am not particularly ashamed of it.  But I do hate the fact.

2.  I CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME!  Yeah, this is a sad one.  I can play it off as if I’m made of steel, but inside it hurts when someone’s views of me are not nice.  I can have 50 people tell me they love my book, outfit, eyes, etc.  But that one person who says, “I’m not feeling you.”  That will linger with me for the longest time.  I should not care what anyone thinks or says, but I do.  At 38, that’s a sad mindset to be in, but I’m being honest today.

3.  I DEAL WITH LUST DAILY!  While I am not having “relations” with anyone now, I fight the thoughts each and every single day of my life.  Now I know why it was so important to keep yourself until marriage.  When you open that door, I think of it like a mosquito bump that you scratch constantly:  You know its not good to scratch it, but it feels so good as while you scratch.  I use to try to find brothers in the church to be accountability partners when it came to my struggles with lust.  But for some reason, you tend to get judged on the spot as being sick, weak, sad or actually normal.  So who do I talk to when my body craves companionship and a release?  No, I WILL NOT play with myself.  This is why I spend so much time alone.  If I cannot find a man who can understand the stress of dealing with lust (as if I’m the only human being on Earth that deals with it) I guess this makes me a sad case.

4.  I AM ADDICTED (possibly obsessed) TO BLACK WOMEN!  I guess this is part of #3.  I love the anatomy of a black woman.  She can be high yellow, jet black, mixed, short, tall or semi goofy:  So long as she has some African in her blood, its a turn on to me.  I am not prejudice, just think the sisters are beautiful. 

5.  SHE HAS NEVER NOTICE ME!  Since 2009, there has been a woman at my church who I see as close to perfection as humanly possible.  She’s single, adorable and so beautiful.  Yet she has never notice me.  I honestly doesn’t think she knows I even exist.  Well, yes she does.  Once while on the camera at my church, it was a huge crowd there, so she sat at the foot of the tripod.  I’m trying to focus on the pastor and sermon, but my eye keeps going down to her scalp thinking:  “Lord, what beautiful scalp and dandruff she has!”  Well, as I moved to get into a more comfortable position, I mistakenly stepped on her finger.  She jumped in pain and I gave her like 7 “I’m sorry’s”  She calmly walk out to the hallway to examine her nails and never came back to that spot.  Lets be honest here:  IF I could snap my fingers and she instantly loved me, I’d do it.  But this is not fairy tale world, and I do not posses a genie lamp to rub.  So all I can do is sit back and love her in my head.  Realistically, it will never happen.  I guess this makes me silly………possibly.

5.  I’VE LET SOME GOOD WOMEN SLIP AWAY!  Yes, in my ignorance in life, I’ve let some potential wives slip away.  I know I’m ready to marry, but I will always wonder if the one I marry THE ONE.  Maybe the woman in Mississippi who use to like me was THE ONE?  Maybe if God would have spoken to the woman in my church on my behalf, maybe she was THE ONE?  Maybe the beautiful cute short woman from Missouri who inspired me to write this post, maybe she was THE ONE?  Whatever the case, I expose myself and come to the conclusion I am truly a flawed man.  All I ask whomever would read this, is simply pray for me when I cross your mind.  I am a work in progress and I know God is not through with me yet.  Oh yeah, my new book is out: 

For Virtuous Women Only 2….From Dimes to Diamonds.

Remember:  Man makes dime pieces……….but God makes DIAMONDS!

Which one are you?

Until next time,

(Thanks for the inspiration, cute little short adorable lady from St.Louis)

Larry Nelson


My 2nd book will be hot off the press in two weeks.  Its called For Virtuous Women Only2…From Dimes to Diamonds.  I’m excited, but I’ve been this route before.  I guess I’m more prepared to handle the good AND the bad.  Here’s what happened with the first release:

I had a sister come to my house and beg to stick her tongue down my throat.  She said, “I want to taste a celebrity.”  Wow, I laughed and walk inside.

I had a wonderful friend from Georgia get on Twitter, contact EVERYONE on my page and ask them, “Are you his wife, because I am the new Mrs. Nelson!”  She has since apologized to me (a dozen times) and I forgive……….yet I cannot forget that one.

I had a local sister contact my pastor with silly mess, portraying me as a stalker, when in fact I’ve been to her house a half dozen times.  Wow, and the sad thing is after the fact, she contact me a few additional times trying to conversate.  What the heck do we chat about when you’ve burned my name at my church of 4 yrs!!!

A beautiful sister out of town who went out of her way to contact a few people and tell them all sorts of things about me.  That one hurt me the most because I truly loved her as a wonderful friend and person.  But whatever the case, its the past.

Now my approach with this book is this:  Don’t Trust NO ONE!  All these examples I’ve given you have been from women in church.  I refuse to stretch myself out for this 2nd book and be that “friend” while my name is being burned to the ground.  God has blessed me with a tremendous gift and I will NOT squander it with mess.

My new book is finally here, and I will approach this book as if its my first book.  But this time, I will be the professional I should have been from day one and not try being Mr. Friend-To-Everybody.  That backfires on you, and you see an ugly side of people. 

I ask for your continued prayers.

Until tomorrow

Larry Nelson


I’ve set my goal to be the best selling author on the planet.  Sure, I see the numbers that Stephen King sells, and I know about J.K. Rowling, the author of all the Harry Potter books.  But I know I can surpass their numbers.  I have a 15 book series called the Christ Among Us and I know it will change the way the entire world views Christ.

Now don’t get it twisted, I’d NEVER say anything to defame the creator of Heaven and Earth.  But I would, in a novel, make Him deity, yet human.  I would make Him serious, yet not afraid to smile.  I would make Him stern, yet compassionate.  I have the books in the works now.  The first book in the series is called THREE KNOCKS.  This book will re-introduce Christ to the world in a most unique way.  The second book in the series will be called TWO THOUSAND MILES.  It will be so full of laughter, tears and reflection upon our souls. 

But these book cannot be self published like my first 3.  These must be with a major label.  I cannot wait until that time comes where I can submit my works to Simon & Schuster and they call me, fly me to New York City on a private jet and just enjoy the fruits of my labor as I do something very powerful for God.  Maybe I fantasize too much, but keep in mind:  Tyler Perry was writing plays while he was homeless sleeping in his car.  I’ve sold countless boxes of books by hand, and Lord knows when they are in Barnes N Nobles all across the World, I will celebrate by going to Fiji and relax for about 7 days in private. 

The future is looking quite bright and I cannot wait until my visions come forth as I see them.  I am preparing for the ride of a lifetime.

Thank you God for the gift of creative writing.

Until next time bloggers,

Larry Nelson


I have no choice but to be a success

Every day of my life, I’m put to the test.

When situations try to press my mind

Beyond stormy clouds, the sun will shine.

I’ve got to make it, I’m put to the test

When my feet grow weary, I continue to press.

So what!  I’m in this all by myself

Like a picture frame upon a shelf.

Discouragement sometimes may get in my way

“Just keep on marching!” I have to say.

I have the vision, the purpose and plan

But when I open my fist to an empty hand.

It adds to the stress, looking for the cure,

As temptation arises, trying to lure.

But I know that God didn’t bring me this far

To put my dreams in an oversized jar!

Success or nothing….I must succeed,

I feel like the last of a dying breed!

By:  Larry Nelson

This poem and many more are in my latest book:  For Virtuous Women Only.  To order your copy, please send a $10 dollar money order, plus $1 dollar shipping to:

Larry Nelson

P.O. Box 171

Belleville, Illinois


Also, be on the lookout for my next 4 books coming soon:

For Virtuous Women Only 2….From Dimes to Diamonds

Yet She Remained Silent

51 Laws Every Woman Should Know

Re-Write This Love Letter

Keep me in your prayers……….God bless