my muddled mind

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I’m floundering in a muddle of Good and Bad news.

I’m finding it hard to focus on one thing… and don’t know what to do first!

Good news:  My nonfiction book in two volumes is now proofed and on its way to the printer

The publisher, has kept me on schedule with multiple phone calls daily


The book, “Sex and the Goddess” will be published in two volumes

Softcover, Hardcover, and e-book!

The process was choreographed step by step

I collated and photocopied the 1000 pages in two groups and sent them off

They put them through their Data Entry process

Returned them via email for me to proof-read

I sent the copies back via email and approved

Soon they sent me the “galley” for volume one to proof,

Plus the galley for their cover design

I was delighted with both and how they will look, I sent them back approved

The same process happened immediately with Volume Two

Now both are going to printers which will be a matter of some weeks

It’s all so surprising, as I did not solicit the book

They called me because of a book I published with them back in 2003!

It’s costing me more than I can afford, but I feel The Time Is Right…

There is a reason this manuscript languished in my files for twenty years!

Here’s Some Not so good news: 

Meanwhile, in my writer’s group at TWP, I am falling behind

And I am on my last three chapters of “A Roaring Deep Within”

Which are just in outline form and I’m excited to see how they turn out

This bothers me a lot, for I miss the camaraderie and encouraging give and take with writer friends

And some may be dropping away as they get into publishing their own books.

More not so good:  

I am also behind in the class for building a Cartel… “Write to Publish”

I would be learning how to start promoting my own work and sharing with other writers

I will use my current Blog here to promote and get started with the first promo

This is my first posting for it.

But Here’s the Really Bad News:   

I got scammed and my computer has been hacked!

I can’t believe I could have been so stupid to fall for it!

Now my poor muddled mind has been derailed completely!

I only make problems worse by being mad at myself and unsure of what I’m doing.

It’s a terrible feeling not to trust myself to do things right.

But I’m blessed with many supportive friends who are encouraging and reassuring

And I know “This, too, shall pass.” as my dear Mom used to say.

Sigh, Breathe, Step back and take a broader view

There must be some reason why this rude interruption happened now.

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The “nines” are a dreaded number for me…

They harbor the entrance into another decade

My life plodding along through its time

With nothing but accumulated miscellany

To mark where I’ve travelled

To show who I’ve been

To prove how I’ve lived

Another decade to reach for some goals


To review old discarded dreams

And try to revive their glittering charm

That will rekindle a fire of inspiring stories

To move me from this lethargic ennui

Into a fresh hope for meaningful action

Into a zest to create again

Into a renewed love of life

And a revised belief in the future


Huge mounds of snow cover the landscape

Block our passage on roads

Fell roofs on barns and porches

Hide the debris of last fall

Which will appear rudely to haunt us

When 30 inches of snow finally melts

Flooding the environment in every nook and corner

My spirit feels weighted by the drifts

Like an animal caught mid-storm

Trying to dig out and run free again

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A very short story written as an assignment for Story Cartel at The Write Practice.

The assignment was to write with a specific person or audience in mind.  I wrote this and shared it with my good friend of over 40 years!





I am blessed, in my old age, to have one long-time friend with whom I enjoy daily encounters of lengthy dialogue on topics deep and wide-ranging.

We walk and talk with our heads in the clouds… set apart from the hum-drum world around us.  Among the topiary and ornamental plants of our local arboretum, we hobble on our canes, our backs bent so our robes drag the ground.  Today we ponder the prospect of future lives and the synchronicity between past, present and future.

I say to my friend, “Confucius, shall we divine the future? Tell me what you see when I cast these yarrow sticks here, on the pristine gravel path.”  I toss a handful of sticks before us on the path.

The sticks scatter to form a complex web of geometric shapes.

Confucius’ eyebrows rise in sharp points of surprise.  He peruses the pattern of sticks for some minutes while I watch in anticipation of divine enlightenment to harmonize our aging souls with cosmic forces.

“Why Lao Tzu!” he exclaims.  “I am astonished to see us in some amazing strange place.  There are great huge machines whizzing past us on a wide hard path, and buildings of many windows rising high into the sky!”

Surprised, I query him, “But what can that be, Confucius?  Where are we two, in that place?”

He studies the sticks, searching for us from different angles, twisting his neck so he can see around his long beard.  Finally, he speaks.

“Why Lao Tzu, there we are!  Just the two of us, sitting on a bench in the middle of a park surrounded by conifers and evergreens.  There is a pond with ducks and geese and swans’ swimming… very like where we are right now, here in China.”  We shake our heads in wonder and continue to ponder the marvels of the universe.


On a bench in Loring Park, in the midst of downtown Minneapolis, Minnesota, my friend and I study an astrological chart while discussing beliefs in reincarnation.

” But Herbert,” I say, “what if we don’t only reincarnate, but also perhaps live several lives at one time?”

He looks at me in surprise.  “Do you mean, like in some other world out there in the cosmos?”

“Yes!  Maybe right now we are together in a parallel world, where we are a pair of famous old philosophers!”  I laugh at the ridiculous idea.

“Sure!  We could be Confucius and Lao Tzu in ancient China around the fifth century BC!”

“Hey that’s cool!” I slap him on the back. “Let’s go pick up an ‘I Ching’ divination set at the Art Institute and see what it shows us.”


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I’m Posting a Promo for a friend’s new book

M MacKinnon and DartFrogPlus announce the debut novel in the Highland Spirits series—The Comyn’s Curse—a paranormal romance set in the magical Scottish Highlands. Available on Amazon and other online platforms as well as selected bookstores, this novel has something for everyone: history, eternal love, humor, murder, and a spicy bit of angst! Subscribe to my website: Read the review on Kirkus:

Monica is a member of the Writers Workshop group where I am also working on my next novel: “A Roaring Deep Within”. I have admired Monica’s writing for the past year as she shared her earlier draft with our group. We learn from and support each other in the joys and agonies of authorship. It is a pleasure and honor to now help her promote this fantastic book. Check out her blog to learn more.

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Suspending hoops – the only hope

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It’s all in the stitches

This beautiful piece brought me peace and tears this morning. I had to share.

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THE WRITE PRACTICE and SHORT FICTION BREAK partnered to offer a fantastic contest experience.  Hundreds of writers joined and wrote their stories and exchanged critique and feedback online for about two weeks.  Then we submitted our efforts to the judges, who will announce winners in about six weeks.

Meanwhile we can go to the list and read each others final submissions and vote on our favorites.  And you can too!  There are some dynamite stories on this long list, so be prepared for a lot of inspiring entertainment!  Check it out!

Here is the information and a bit of a sample from my story:



The ring throbbed on her finger to the rhythm of the drums that beat in the jungle clearing. Miira’s heart pounded to the same beat, as she watched men dance in pantomime of hunters stalking wolves. Her wolves. Her family.

The dancers, trimmed in fur and feathers, stabbed the air menacingly with their spears. Miira knew this was no local tribe of hunters. It was the lost tribe of Am Arikka. They sought to capture the wolf pack with whom Miira had spent most of her 13 years.

April 10, 2018 by Spring 2018 Writing Contest Leave a Comment

This story is by Karin E Weiss and was part of our 2018 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here.

This spring, Short Fiction Break is partnering with The Write Practice to host a writing contest in which everyone gets published.


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