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THE END! I finished Book 5 in the Curse of the Lost Isle series

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Yep, I wrote THE END on the last page of the manuscript of CHATELAINE OF FOREZ, Book Five in the CURSE OF THE LOST ISLE series.

I'm going to polish it to a shine during the holidays, and send it to BWL as soon as they reopen in January. Publication date will depend upon how long it takes the editors (some of them in England), and BWL's talented cover artists, to put it together. I predict it will probably be in late February or early March.

Anyhoo... I'm very excited and celebrating right now. Although this is my... let me count... Twenty-third title (I had to go to Amazon to check how many I had already published), the thrill of finishing a book never gets old.

CHATELAINE OF FOREZ follows Melusine (after Lady of Luxembourg) on a new adventure (still based upon the authentic legends, this time in the independent province of Forez (France), where I had a great time researching the local archives a few years ago.

Here is the short blurb:

Still afflicted by the ondine …

The Great Apple Hunt

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Every August, I wait and watch for the new crop of apples. I begin the process of filling my fridge with apples, and proceed to bake apple pies and apple bread. Then I fill my freezer with applesauce. The habit began early.

My parents had three acres in Skaneateles, NY which came with the remains of an orchard. There were seven trees in a row on the eastern side of the house, and I remember the shape and habit of each one well, blooming in spring or illuminated by sunrise. Nearest the road was a classic Golden Delicious tree with low, spreading limbs. It was my particular haunt, because it was easy to climb into. During hot summer afternoons, there were almost-comfortable notches you could get into with a book, but actually, the best thing was just to zone out and watch the ever-changing shadows of the leaves dancing across my skinny arms. Besides this shapely tree there was also a Schuyler Plum, a Bartlett pear, and a single apple tree each of Rome and Cortland. We had one mystery tr…

The Night Before Christmas ~ A Poem by Shirley Martin

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'Twas the night before Christmas                                And inside my houseI sat at the computerClicking the mouseMy writing was greatAnd I couldn't complainSo I thought I'd celebrateWith a glass of champagneBut it's time for a breakI thought with elationBut how much time should I takeWhen I take my vacation?Oh, I'll see it allI'll see Venice and RomeBut after the Taj Mahal'Twould be time to come homeI headed for the kitchenTo get the champagneWhile thinking I'm just itchin'To see Paris again.As I took a sipI heard the door chimesAnd a woman outside called,"I'm from the New York Times."