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08/26/08

Hi Cheri,

You know, recently I was thinking about you and also began to wonder just where we met and how we became friends? I have not learned how to go to a persons profile and leave messages yet, but I know you posted a hello on my Yuku, then we began to write, but when you wrote first it seemed to me that I had just found you again after a long absence. Did you know my son Tony, the Poetdude? I thought that
perhaps we met during the year he died and I was receiving condolences by the hundreds for that. Your
Morning Glory siggie sounds so familiar to me, anyway if we were not old friends who found each other again, we have started something new which is very nice. I know that I "meet" people on the net who feel very friendly, yet there is an uneasy feeling behind it all and I sometimes stop the contact and sometimes to my regret later, go on with it. That is when I have to write about a big fat lie coming in on kind words. One man is very persistent in his contact with me, but I feel fearful of him. Well actually there are two who are like that. I know for sure that each of them has tried to send me a virus more than once. There are programs you can put into the computer to tell you when a virus has been deliberately added and that happened to me. I chose not to open the message, but it was hurtful. He is still just as friendly as a mickey mouse and I say hi and hows the weather and bye and go on. You/we have to be careful, especially when we don't have any information on the person.
That makes me smile because I don't know much about you, do I? You are a morning glory, you live in Maryland? You have a sister, like seaside resturants, are divorced, write good poetry, well that's a start anyway. I assume you are a lass. It can't matter, but we women understand each other better than most men ever will.
Perhaps one day we will discover the moment that we met. If you figure it out let me know.

You mentioned wanting one of my books. It is not a poetry book that I wrote Cherri, it is a novel almost five hundred pages long. It is the first in a trilogy, but many people have read the first one and never lived to read the next one. They liked what they read. My favorite sister-in-law read that book five times, went into the hospital for minor heart surgery if you can HAVE minor heart surgery--I hate that word minor--and borderline--you either have something or you don't--you don't straddle the fence of heart surgery or diabetes, you get in there and deal with it or you don't have it. Anyway, she died. The doctor told her daughter "We just don't know why she died. She just did." Yep, she was dead alright. I never got to see her again after our last visit. She talked to me then about that book, asking a few questions about the characters she liked best, but basically seemed not to want to know too much about how it all came about. She said "I just love it all." She was a real treasure.

I am the only place to get this book at a decent price. If you look at bn.com you will find it for sale USED. Now, that is a violation of our contract, as they are supposed to buy the book from me. I set up an office in my home and typed that book four times, editing it down from 800 pages to less than 500,
so I could get it printed. I wrote it, edited it, typed it, got the ISBN number for it, copyright etc and sent it off. Paid for three hundred copies, they sent 330. I paid for all of them, they filled a large closet and only recently did I find that I still have a box in the corner which got covered when my son died. His daughter brought in a van full of his writings and personal things and they had to go someplace.

If you want to read a bit about it, go to bn.com and type in THE POCKET SACK by Sylvia Sammons Spivey. It should pull up the book and over twenty reviews that have been posted from readers. People have used copies of it for as much as 49.95. I sell the book for 14.95, plus a bit for state tax and if I am mailing it I have to add a bit for an envelope and stamps. It never runs over twenty bucks. You just tell me if you want one and we will get you one, signed by me and all of that stuff.

If you want to see how it was accepted type into the google 37th Annual Georgia Writers Association and you should find that the book was nominated as best first novel for that year. I went to the awards dinner and had a blast. Met all kinds of famous authors and got autographs. I was so excited I didn't think to remember not to get each signature on a seperate page. I have one page with several people so famous I cannot decipher their names. Ha. It was great fun to sit at a table between two good authors and sign books though. They told me not to count on getting rich from writing books. I knew what they meant.

It was a wonderful experience Cherri and I encourage you to get down and go to work on your own.
You don't have to work on the one you lost, but if those characters are still in your head the way mine are in me, you won't rest till you give them life. I was in the process of working on book two when my son died and all energy went out of me. My eyes cried even when I was shopping or out eating. No matter where I was or what I was doing, I wept for three and a half years and woke up one day and didnt cry. I was like you said, working it out in my own way. My inner being weeps every day for I miss him dreadfully. He was a huge light in my life since I was 19 and I saw him every day of his life for eighteen and a half years, his kindness, sweetness and the pleasure of his company filled me with joy.Then he got on a bus to enlist in the Marine Corp and I didn't spend too much time with him from then on, but we spent those years on the phone and emailing and writing letters.

Back to the book--the year after it was nominated by the GWA, it was recognized by another organization which gives out the Jim Townsend award--I think thats a cash thing--Alice Walker won it for The Color Purple one year--being a Georgia woman herself. I felt very honored to just be nominated in that group. I got a letter to the publisher of my company Cottagerose Publishing that the editor needed to be applauded for a job well done. :) That was a bonus. To write a story which captured people's hearts was great, but to edit it also was a big effort and I felt good about that part.

When you decide you want to buy a copy, just let me know and I will tell you how to get to me and so forth. If you aren't interested in a novel, I understand. Not everybody has the time or energy to read that much.

I am very pleased that you are posting at the Respite and that Jesse gave you the potw award. That was a very good poem. A feel good poem. I don't write too many feel good ones. Mine are not all sad but a great many of them are. It just comes out that way. Sometimes I write humor but that isn't as well received as a sad piece. Perhaps people need someone who can put into words the sadness they feel.

Girl, I know I have gone on and on and not replied to a lot you wrote. I will catch up in a later letter.
Why don't you write me at sylviaspivey@nlamerica.com and we can talk about whatever we please.
When the world has that addy I will change it to something else. In the meantime it works for a while.

Have a grand week and know I am wishing you great luck in finding a job that you enjoy. A really good paying one which will please you. My best wishes, Sylvia
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PoeticRaine

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08/26/08
Cottagerose

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08/26/08

Hi Cheri,

You know, recently I was thinking about you and also began to wonder just where we met and how we became friends? I have not learned how to go to a persons profile and leave messages yet, but I know you posted a hello on my Yuku, then we began to write, but when you wrote first it seemed to me that I had just found you again after a long absence. Did you know my son Tony, the Poetdude? I thought that
perhaps we met during the year he died and I was receiving condolences by the hundreds for that. Your
Morning Glory siggie sounds so familiar to me, anyway if we were not old friends who found each other again, we have started something new which is very nice. I know that I "meet" people on the net who feel very friendly, yet there is an uneasy feeling behind it all and I sometimes stop the contact and sometimes to my regret later, go on with it. That is when I have to write about a big fat lie coming in on kind words. One man is very persistent in his contact with me, but I feel fearful of him. Well actually there are two who are like that. I know for sure that each of them has tried to send me a virus more than once. There are programs you can put into the computer to tell you when a virus has been deliberately added and that happened to me. I chose not to open the message, but it was hurtful. He is still just as friendly as a mickey mouse and I say hi and hows the weather and bye and go on. You/we have to be careful, especially when we don't have any information on the person.
That makes me smile because I don't know much about you, do I? You are a morning glory, you live in Maryland? You have a sister, like seaside resturants, are divorced, write good poetry, well that's a start anyway. I assume you are a lass. It can't matter, but we women understand each other better than most men ever will.
Perhaps one day we will discover the moment that we met. If you figure it out let me know.

You mentioned wanting one of my books. It is not a poetry book that I wrote Cherri, it is a novel almost five hundred pages long. It is the first in a trilogy, but many people have read the first one and never lived to read the next one. They liked what they read. My favorite sister-in-law read that book five times, went into the hospital for minor heart surgery if you can HAVE minor heart surgery--I hate that word minor--and borderline--you either have something or you don't--you don't straddle the fence of heart surgery or diabetes, you get in there and deal with it or you don't have it. Anyway, she died. The doctor told her daughter "We just don't know why she died. She just did." Yep, she was dead alright. I never got to see her again after our last visit. She talked to me then about that book, asking a few questions about the characters she liked best, but basically seemed not to want to know too much about how it all came about. She said "I just love it all." She was a real treasure.

I am the only place to get this book at a decent price. If you look at bn.com you will find it for sale USED. Now, that is a violation of our contract, as they are supposed to buy the book from me. I set up an office in my home and typed that book four times, editing it down from 800 pages to less than 500,
so I could get it printed. I wrote it, edited it, typed it, got the ISBN number for it, copyright etc and sent it off. Paid for three hundred copies, they sent 330. I paid for all of them, they filled a large closet and only recently did I find that I still have a box in the corner which got covered when my son died. His daughter brought in a van full of his writings and personal things and they had to go someplace.

If you want to read a bit about it, go to bn.com and type in THE POCKET SACK by Sylvia Sammons Spivey. It should pull up the book and over twenty reviews that have been posted from readers. People have used copies of it for as much as 49.95. I sell the book for 14.95, plus a bit for state tax and if I am mailing it I have to add a bit for an envelope and stamps. It never runs over twenty bucks. You just tell me if you want one and we will get you one, signed by me and all of that stuff.

If you want to see how it was accepted type into the google 37th Annual Georgia Writers Association and you should find that the book was nominated as best first novel for that year. I went to the awards dinner and had a blast. Met all kinds of famous authors and got autographs. I was so excited I didn't think to remember not to get each signature on a seperate page. I have one page with several people so famous I cannot decipher their names. Ha. It was great fun to sit at a table between two good authors and sign books though. They told me not to count on getting rich from writing books. I knew what they meant.

It was a wonderful experience Cherri and I encourage you to get down and go to work on your own.
You don't have to work on the one you lost, but if those characters are still in your head the way mine are in me, you won't rest till you give them life. I was in the process of working on book two when my son died and all energy went out of me. My eyes cried even when I was shopping or out eating. No matter where I was or what I was doing, I wept for three and a half years and woke up one day and didnt cry. I was like you said, working it out in my own way. My inner being weeps every day for I miss him dreadfully. He was a huge light in my life since I was 19 and I saw him every day of his life for eighteen and a half years, his kindness, sweetness and the pleasure of his company filled me with joy.Then he got on a bus to enlist in the Marine Corp and I didn't spend too much time with him from then on, but we spent those years on the phone and emailing and writing letters.

Back to the book--the year after it was nominated by the GWA, it was recognized by another organization which gives out the Jim Townsend award--I think thats a cash thing--Alice Walker won it for The Color Purple one year--being a Georgia woman herself. I felt very honored to just be nominated in that group. I got a letter to the publisher of my company Cottagerose Publishing that the editor needed to be applauded for a job well done. :) That was a bonus. To write a story which captured people's hearts was great, but to edit it also was a big effort and I felt good about that part.

When you decide you want to buy a copy, just let me know and I will tell you how to get to me and so forth. If you aren't interested in a novel, I understand. Not everybody has the time or energy to read that much.

I am very pleased that you are posting at the Respite and that Jesse gave you the potw award. That was a very good poem. A feel good poem. I don't write too many feel good ones. Mine are not all sad but a great many of them are. It just comes out that way. Sometimes I write humor but that isn't as well received as a sad piece. Perhaps people need someone who can put into words the sadness they feel.

Girl, I know I have gone on and on and not replied to a lot you wrote. I will catch up in a later letter.
Why don't you write me at sylviaspivey@nlamerica.com and we can talk about whatever we please.
When the world has that addy I will change it to something else. In the meantime it works for a while.

Have a grand week and know I am wishing you great luck in finding a job that you enjoy. A really good paying one which will please you. My best wishes, Sylvia
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Carja

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08/25/08

Far away, there in the sunshine, are my highest

aspirations. I may not reach them, but I

can look up and see their beauty, believe

in them, and try to follow where they lead.
Louisa May Alcott
indigoleaves

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08/25/08

Hopefully work will even out soon! Brad's ready for school. Alex on the other hand is not looking forward to going back LOL. So far he's getting better about getting up earlier and going to bed earlier. Now I just have to get his room cleaned up (most of the mess is my fault) so he can actually use his bed. He prefers the sofa LOL. We don't actually start till the day after Labour Day. I hope we get his schedule soon, Brad gets his at the barbeque tomorrow evening. Please don't let him get Ms. Noun, please please please!!!! She has to be one of the worst teachers ever! She doesn't teach, she just presumes you know the work already (Chemistry).

Hugz and hope the holiday brings much needed rest!

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dawnsconstellation

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08/25/08

Hey Sweetcakes......

Stoppin' in to sayyyyyyyyy

**smoocherpoonies**

~dawnie~

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