Welcome to the Carole Marsh Blog

Dear Friends, Well, with fear and trembling, I am starting my first real "blog"! Now, my husband Bob would say that I have been "blogging" all my life—I think he means talking a lot! That may be true, but I love the idea that I have so many common interests with so many of you. Certainly, many of us—young and old—are avid mystery book fans. And of course, my favorite mysteries are the ones I write myself! That's because I have such a good time doing the research, traveling around the country and the world, writing, making photographs, and all the things that it takes to get a book into print. Of course, I really love writing books that kids seem to love to read, having fun with my real grandchildren characters in the books, and hearing from my many faithful readers! (How do kids get my home email I wonder?) Of course, many of you are fellow business owners and we have our mutual interests, hey? And many are fellow educators of all types and we love to dig in and ponder how to get kids ready for the 21st century careers they will have. Since I'm busy and travel a lot, I'll have some help with my blog. Paige will share things such as where I'll be...and Jennifer will do some "show and tell," such as about a recent kids' summer mystery writing "pirate theme" workshop I just gave. I don't want to do a boring blog. I want to share and communicate... commiserate and collaborate...and make new friends as well as stay in touch with old ones. I need your advice and opinions. But mostly, let's just have some blogging fun! So whether you're 7 or 75 (Hey, Papa just turned 75 and had a cowboy blast party!), stay tuned, comment, ask, etc. I'll be around! But for now, it's tootle loo! I have writing to do! Working on mystery number ?? set at Fort Sumter in Charleston, South Carolina. I left Christina and Grant out in the cold with some missing cannon, a suspicious bellman, and two girls with code names, plus Mimi's Aunt Lulu is dead...and missing. Back to work! Mystery writing's a weird job, but someone's gotta do it—might as well be me!