The central focus of this blog is my story, my novel, called ... I won't say. You'll just have follow for awhile. The working title is "Poor Farm." Right now I am still on first draft. I'm 35,000 words into it and I'm projecting around 75k words at most. I plant to send it out to be published, but realistically, I figure I will go the ebook route. If I am incredibly lucky it will come out in print. If not, there is always Smashwords and Kindle. I'm hoping for a shot at Rowe Publishing, a Kansas book publisher. But I'm getting way ahead of myself. I ought to be working on it now ....

How did I get started on this thing?

It all started with an adventure; finding an old county asylum somewhere in Marion County. You can find it too. Just google "Marion County poor farm" and go from there. The building is still standing. It is an old, imposing building. I will get some photo up asap.

Debbie, myself, and two good friends of ours David and Lori were out looking for it after sunset over Memorial Day weekend. David put on some creepy Tangerine Dream electronic music. Not reccommended. We didn't find it that night, but we thoroughtly creeped ourselves out. So we went back to their house and drank Sam Adams.

Next day we went out again, without the creepy music, and, yes, we did find it. It is a wonderful, creepy old building. We also meet the caretaker of the place. That night we talked and talked and talked about a horror movie that could be built around the place.

Nothing comprehendible came out. It would have been a good show for the pathologically attention defecit. There could be a niche market there. As I recall, it was a sort of hungry zombie/captive ghost/historical mystery/teen age vanpire/magical object/survival game/time travel/slasher/psycho killer/insane asylum/race against time type of story. No hookers were involved. And we didn't talk about sex scenes. Or heads rolling for that matter.

Pity. But we did plenty of quality conrol testing on Samual Adam's Boston Lager. More tomorrow.