Carole Marsh is a highly-entrepreneurial writer, CEO of Gallopade International, creator of Carole Marsh Mysteries and hundreds of other series, and author of thousands of books, winner of numerous awards, and a Georgia Author of the Year. "These days, I'm most interested in writing for what I call "Twixt, Tween, and YA," which to me, like "gifted kids," are ALL kids! I love to write for them and hear from them. I am also writing adult fiction and non-fiction, short stories, and poetry." For more than 30 years, Marsh has written almost 100 educational and fun adventure mysteries for boys and girls 7-14. "My readers are growing up and I am growing up with them—though we all intend to be fun-loving, energetic, creative, out-of-the box 'fourth-graders' forever!"
I guess it was the movie, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, that got me interested in seeing Devils Tower in Wyoming. I was prepared not to be impressed by what, in a photo, looks like a big hunk of fake mud that a kid has "clawed" with their sharp little fingernails (the way Christina and Brittany did my new leather sofa one time!) You approach Devils Tower from the southeast, I believe and it looks, in the distance, a little like an anthill. I was more enthralled with the endless prairie dog "town" where fuzzy little heads popped up and down so fast it looked like a video game (before there were video games)...and you want to go run into the sandy "town" until you read that they often harbor rabies, bite, and maybe hantavirus? Anyway, it was enough for me to stay in the car and by then, Bob had pulled into the DT parking area. In the surrounding forest, you could no longer, as I recall, see the Tower, so we just
meandered through the woods on a winding path until... WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW! There was DEVILS TOWER, and tower it indeed did...I felt like a Honey the Kids Shrunk Me person standing beneath that monolith of mud and those fingernail marks were deep crevasses that a climber could vanish into and out of as they (crazily, in my opinion!) climbed the tower to its mammoth mesa rooftop. Of course we walked all the way around it, and that was a "fur piece," again, an optical illusion. The geology behind Devils Tower is fascinating, as is the Native American culture. It's pretty mesmerizing, sort of intoxicating, and addictive, meaning you don't really want to leave but can't say exactly why, except that it's JUST THERE. There was no doubt I'd write a kid's mystery set there one day, which has just come out—The Mystery at Devils Tower. I hope everyone gets to see it "close encounter style" once in their lifetime!