I was hoping I could find away to contact you and thank you for inviting me

Dear Mr. Hamilton,

I was hoping I could find a way to contact you and thank you for inviting me into the Neothink Society. Here's my testimonial, and feel free to use any and all of it as you see fit.

My name is Walter M., an invited member since 2004. I can't begin to describe the effect the three-part manuscripts had on my life.

I am a native of Chicago and a thirty-year veteran live television producer/director, including twenty years of sports production for the Oakland Athletics, the San Francisco 49ers, CBS Sports, and the San Jose SaberCats. After surviving a near-fatal stroke in 1997, I was forced to give up my sports production career and have been living on disability.

I have always wanted to write a novel but never had an idea I thought would be interesting. After reading Miss Annabel's Secrets, the Neothink philosophy really came alive for me. The first major change I made was eliminating all forms of mysticism from my life, which forced me to take complete control of my life and its consequences. I stopped praying and started to "out-compete God," which meant I stopped asking for divine help to write a novel and instead sat down and got it done.

I had always wanted to tell the story of the great monuments built during the Great Depression: Mount Rushmore, the Empire State Building, Hoover Dam, and the Golden Gate Bridge. I created an interesting way to tell it by inventing two fictional, Polish, accordion-playing brothers from Chicago who, through an ingeniously conceived series of events, travel the country working on those monumental projects.

I took control of every aspect of the novel. It became my Friday night essence, and I finished it on September 15, 2007. The title is High Work, and if I say so myself, it's really good, a real page-turner. Then I began to research a way to get published.

I found that trying to contact three dozen mainstream publishers, all their websites sent me to half a dozen online self-publishing sites. Apparently publishers feel: why bother taking a chance on a new author? Let them publish their own work, and if it's successful, the publisher can buy the rights without ever having taken on any of the risk. Well, that wasn't going to stop me. I have more computing power on my desk than the entire federal government had in 1959. I could do all the research I needed online, write my novel, and send it to my publisher via email, all without leaving my home.

After researching online self-publishers and having three compete for my business, I decided on AuthorHouse. They offered the best service, copyediting, marketing, and so on, for the best price. I looked at my limited, fixed income and made the decision to take the leap that all my heroes in the Neo-Tech manuscripts took, and pay what was required to get my book into the marketplace.

I hope to tell my fellow members when and how to purchase my novel through the members' website forum, as well as doing presentations at my former church and Rotary Club, and book signings at the local library and other locations in my area.

The way I figure it: I'm one of the greatest human interest stories in years, and the perfect headline for the National Enquirer: "Man With Half a Brain Writes Novel." This is true. The complete right side of my brain, top to bottom, front to back, was destroyed in the stroke, and I have the MRI pictures to prove it.