Michele Marie Tate

Michele was born in Cleveland, Ohio. For the past fourteen years she has lived in Portland, Oregon with her husband of forty-three years, their daughter and her family. She pursued a career as a health professional, but always made time for what she loves most-writing. Recurrent childhood dreams, unexplained visions and questions about life and death drove her to read Edgar Casey and others who could transcend the physical plane. On her spiritual journey she took classes in Tarot, which opened her dyslexic mind to receive higher guidance. Later she also obtained a degree as a certified Hypnotherapist specializing in past life regression. When her son died in a tragic car accident at the age of twenty-one, she longed to have an even greater understanding of the bigger picture of life. Her son, Irwin, had composed over forty songs and written a screenplay. Together they had begun writing a children's book called Pizarus. Michele finished it and hopefully one day that too, will be published. In 1998 she joined Willamette Writers and has attended writers workshops and conferences. After meeting a new friend in Oregon, who read some of her writing, she was asked to give life to the heartwrenching story of her husband's murder. Thus began her debut novel, Blood, Money, Power. Many hours of research followed to give this historical novel's readers a trip back in time. Michele continues her spiritual growth by studying the Kabbalah, meditation and being a mystic guide and energy reader. Her travels to China, Chile, Europe and Machu Picchu offered ageless understanding about our world. Most recently she has begun a sequel that promises to keep her readers asking for more. "My daily aspirations are to support our planet and live in kindness and consciousness. I always seek the truth, justice and peace for all humanity."
 Michele Marie Tate

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T'was the Night Before Christmas... 

 (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, may he forgive my doggerel...)

...and all through the shop,
all we minions were working,
   until ready to drop.

The ebooks were flying,
the covers were spare,
The edits were crazy,
   with "one more thing I must share!"

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old Saint Nick,
But Hitch made us work,
   Waving 'round an old stick!

So slave we all did,
And made all your books,
So that Hitch would say now,
   that we're off the hook.

Come today we're off,
to rest up our fingers,
Our hats we will doff,
   No books they do linger.

But we'll all be back,
Don't give it a thought,
for like all wage slaves,
   we're easily bought.

We'll be back on the fifth,
all eager and fresh,
All ready for you,
   after a well-deserved rest.

So Hitch wants to say,
very strongly and loud,
THANKS ALL YOU GUYS,
  you're the best type of crowd.

Indy and Len and Hitch and the gang,
will be back on the 5th,
to do books with a BANG!

In the meantime don't worry,
if you're in a hurry,
'cuz some poor guy got stuck
   sitting here like a duck.

Your emails we'll receive,
so no need to grieve.
We'll be a bit slow,
but we're raring to go.

Your books will be worked on,
your edits still made,
we're just resting a bit,
   before we all fade.

So please excuse the delays;
It won't be for days;
we'll jump on your queries,
   for your wondrous new series.

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old St. Nick,
And sure 'nuff he came,
   It wasn't a trick.

And as he rode off,
into the night,
I could swear I heard Hitch yell,
   "That Edit's Not Right!"

~~~~~~~~~~

We'll be back on the morning of January 5th; we'll be here parttime between now and then, thanks.