Well even though I don’t have my new computer yet I have started on the new book. When an idea takes root in a writer’s noodle something has to be done!

The reason I am blogging about it now is that I have discovered a wonderful and new asset to the Internet for writers and probably for small business markets and online marketing. Okay there are some of you wise guys that already know but others don’t and I wanted to share it with you.

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ABOUT THE BOOK

Just a brief, first chapter synopsis:
(I welcome and would like comments. Title ideas as well.)

I live in S.E. Missouri near a community called Tallapoosa. Although the book is fictional the name of this community will be in the book and an old folklore is the basis of the plot. I would like to say again that the book is fictional.

In this sleepy little farm community on a summer’s Sunday morning a family of four, Mom, Dad, sis and brother sit down for breakfast in the kitchen of the five room home.

Several days later a neighbor comments to her husband that the family must be ill as she had not seen the 6 & 8 year old children at play or any other activity lately. The husband responds that he noticed that the family car had not seemed to move that week. Later, after night fall, the neighbors look out the window to see that the kitchen light was on and the door was ajar. Not that unussual on a warm summer night. When the gentleman gets up after midnight for a drink, looking out his own kitchen window to the neat little home behind him, he sees that nothing has changed.

Not able to sleep he awakens his wife and they decide that he will investigate while she watches ready to call the police or another neighbor if need be.

A shiver runs up his spine as the concerned neighbor enters the kitchen to find the half eaten meal. Walking through the home as he called out to the family he is aware of the eariness of normallicy. Nothing appeared to have been touched in at least a week.

Living on a gravel road, dust collects rapidly. All the furnishings of the home were covered in the dust from the chat road. It was as though the family had sat down to eat and been beamed out of the home without a trace.