I hope this letter speaks for itself, and tune in tomorrow because, believe it or not, it gets worse. . . .
July 13, 2001
Since I was a child my dream was to be a writer. Finally at 55, the kids have grown and gone and I have had the time to pursue that dream. Never have I wanted anything so badly as to be able to walk into a bookstore and see my name among so many others.
With great pride I send you a book filled with my blood, sweat and tears. Family and friends who have read it have been duly impressed and see no reason why it won’t be published.
My phone number is 555-555-5555. I look forward to hearing from you.