(Note: Posting information about the contest generated a tremendous amount of interest. There were many questions raised about whether the contest was a scam or not. See the comments in comments section of blog. Cherokee Sky was one of those people who responded. Her comment before this one (see comments) explains the mechanics of the contest. It is worth looking up. I brought this comment forward because I liked what she had to say. Randy Ford)
Your Welcome Randy,
I am glad I was selected in the 60-70% to advance to the next step. Perhaps we all will be more wiser when it is completed. We all know THEY are in this for the $$$$$$. Their gimmick is to compile and sell books, they are a “Hugh Success”. I have seen such offers throughout my life.
The money was never the issue with myself or my sister, daughter, grand-daughter. It’s the feeling of acknowledgement for your efforts. When in school we knew if we did not do well, we simply would not pass to the next grade level. Those of us who have entered this contest, wish to achieve a higher standard for ourselves. Everyone has their own artistic abilities, muses, talent’s, gift’s. With out our outlet’s, we become stagnant.
We wish to express our abilities in many forms, I paint and write, my writing only comes with inspiration. Artistic People need to express ones self. They/We never stop trying to achieve perfection. The opportunity to express our talent in words, our words, is a pleasure or labor of love. It gives us opportunities to create.
Am I sorry for entering the contest, do I feel tricked? NO and NO. I expressed my creativity, I used my 60 year old brain once again. I have written hundreds of poems. Rhyming words was never difficult for me. It is, in trying not to rhyme as I write and speak that is most difficult.
My brother Dale, passed at 27, he was an accomplished writer of songs. Dale’s range of singing was equal to Charlie Pride and Willie Nelson. When he sang Rock of Ages, tears flowed. He used part of his creative gift to design houses. Was born on my 3rd. Birthday, we were like twins. We were Gemini’s. As he slowly left us, becoming a quadriplegic, he never complained. For distractions from his pain he spoke in rhyme and had me write, only adding my 2cent’s to regain his concentration. We all have tragedies we can only express in writing of rhymes put to paper and song and many other medium’s.
When the frustration and tears pass, we can only devise to write once again. If Eber & Wein are weasels for profiting from our creativity, So Be It. “WE” are the winners! We created! That’s worth more than any monetary gift they could appease us with. I come from a long line of gifted people. So Don’t We All! There remains a good book in ALL of us, SO WRITE! You are in control of who you are, NOT, Eber & Wein. They are small peanuts. They have been creamed. You are the Jelly that holds the bread together. Let not the sun go down upon your gift’s. God Speed….
Randy, your answer to my name. I am Cherokee, both my Grandma’s were Cherokee.
One called me Morning Glory, the other, Cherokee Sky. Their gift to me. Neither liked to call me by my legal name……Sincerely…..
