Musings From a Tangled Mind

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Oh, I just love the title of this blog. Maybe it’s because my mind is a bit (a lot) tangled, too.  It’s ‘a bit’ more  than tangled, though. It’s stuffed. So completely stuffed it’s coming out my ears. I wish I had 4 hands so I could write 2 posts at one time – because I have 2 blogs.  I have another blog at about a man in prison in the Wynne Unit at Huntsville Prison in Texas, who once again, for the 3rd time, right after he was allowed to make a phone call for the first time in 9 years, has been tossed into solitary confinement because of lies from a guard.  Guards never lie, though.  They are never wrong.  They always believed. Well, that’s crap.  It’s also why I, too, have a tangled mind.

So, the crux of why I’m writing; I constantly read things about how to write. What words to use or not use.  Creative writing.  Because the more we write the better we get.  I also research how to use social media the right way and I am having another post take off – and it’s not from wordpress readers, although I’m getting views from here as well.  I had another post that took to the universe at the very end of December and so far, that one post, all by itself, brought over 7,000 new readers to my other blog – in one week.  It’s still bringing people in – about 400 in the last ten days.  Now,  my newest post on is taking off  brought in over 200 new readers in 2 days.  Read it, would you share it?  People are. and readers are coming in from G+, Pintrest, and google seraches,  Where are your readers coming from?  Are you limiting yourself?  f you want to know what I’m doing, just ask me.

If you look at my end of year post about how I did during 2014 you will see that my stats were about 1900 views.  6 weeks later and I am over 10,100 views.


I was reading the ‘about me’ page of this new blog I found and I just loved her attitude. I could the smile on her face and excitement about writing. At the time she wrote her ‘about me’ page she probably hadn’t even written her first post yet! There was so much anticipation because the whole world was open to write about.

I told her a few tips I learned.  I don’t even know if she needs these tips, but other people reading this might. I believe it’s important for all of us to pass on the things we learn to each other. Our aha! moments.  I decided to share the comment I left her. You can find her blog at Let’s share the fun!!

As I went through my stats today I saw you followed me. I’m not sure which one of my blog’s you read. I didn’t look closely enough. I just tapped your photo to see who you were and started with your about me page. My 2 blogs are and  I knew my purpose with the first one. But there were all kinds of things I wanted to write or good posts I wanted to reblog.

The hardest thing when you want to write a blog is how to get started AND figure how to do it. It’s like learning how to put something together. It has too many screws and you have 2 left over you don’t know what to do with. But I promise you – the more you write the better it gets.

Writing tips: Always study what you write. See it as the reader sees it. Edit edit edit. Make sure your punctuation is correct. Remove entirely these 2 words: ‘that’ and ‘really’. These are words I learned along the way and applied to my own writing. What a difference it made!  For the word. ‘really’ find another way to describe what you are ‘really excited about, or ‘I really want to. . .’. The word ‘that’ is just totally unnecessary.

I will be back. I promise!


This is a different kind of blogger and one who makes a lot of sense. I suggest you at least read the one before it. I believe you will enjoy what you read.


Hello friends;
It gives me immense pleasure to publish this post which is the second part of Go to the extra mile.
This post I have divided in four sections
  1. Congratulation
  2. Thank you
  3. Nomination
  4. Feed back
First of all, congratulation to all; who have successfully completed the course;
Second; congratulation to all who have enrolled for the course but couldn’t completed each and every assignment.
Third; congratulation to all those who have participated in the course but hardly made any progress.
IN my previous post; I appealed to all of you to comment on my post and I am more than happy to say that each one of you have responded my appeal in most positive manner and…

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A Little Blog Here, a Big Blog There, Why Blog at All?

I think this sorta follows the First assignment from Blogging 201 that just started, when I get the okay to join, but it doesn’t quite answer the entire question so I’ll say that this is only part one.  This is really the answer I put at post by . . .???.  rats, I’ll go back and find it later and put it in because you should read what she wrote that made me write this.  Ahh, here it is

I had to put a lot of thought into what I was doing with my blog and why I was after it. Beginning a blog and not having anyone one come can really hurt your ego until you realize that no one knows you’re there. My main blog was started at another blog site. They didn’t even have a community like wordpress.  No community at all.  I had to go out and reel my readers in by going to other internet sites, to places where I thought the readers would be who would be interested in what I wrote. I would leave comments at online publications. I worked hard at it every day getting my blog out there.  But it worked.

But the blog site I was at was crappy for more reasons than not having a community.  They’d go down for up to 5 days at a time. It was difficult to leave there because they wouldn’t give me the info I needed and it took me 3 months to move everything to wordpress, one post at a time, losing all paragraphs, so I had to redo everyone single of them.  I even found one the other day that I missed editing so I have to go back and fix it.

That blog was not this one.  My main blog  has a narrow focus and it has to do with the prison life of mainly one person and this wouldn’t fit there, so I started another blog, here, just for things like this.  A place to rant and a place to reblog really good posts. Moving my blog to wordpress took a lot of time and for a couple months there was little time for new writing. I was here at wordpress for 2 months before I realized there even was a community. I still go on the internet to find readers that are not bloggers. I don’t depend on wordpress bloggers and social media to be the way I get my words in front of people.   I do think, though, that it creates a nice balance of types of readers.  I always check to see where the referrers come from, and when more come in from internet searches the happier I am because I know then that they are searching for what I write about.  I don’t get a lot of google searches on this blog.

I see a lot of blogs with thousands of followers and many thousands of replies and I take a look at why. I saw a nothing post with 36 relies and the replies had absolutely nothing to say between two people. “great blog”, “thanks” “did you see mine” “yes I did” “did you like it?” “yes” 36 replies of  absolutely nothing of any value. But on the outside it looked like she must have written something great and it sure must have looked good when she saw her stats.  Pointless, unless your also the kind of person who has hundreds of facebook “friends” and you have no clue who they are. You only look at how the quantity is.

I don’t want people to just follow my other blog, or even this one and not come back.  Read the opening page of the other blog and you’ll see why.  My blog has a timeline. It has a story. It means something. Not to everyone, but I want to those it does resonate with, to come back often to see what’s next and for me to do the same for them. So I’d rather have fewer serious readers than a lot of thoughtless likes and a follows who never comes back because they go out and like a thousand blogs in hope that they’ll come back and follow them too, but never actually read anything because they don’t go back.  It’s like a game of tag.   You like my blog and I’ll like yours kind of game.  Big deal, and no thanks.  What turns me off is someone coming to my post and instead of saying anything meaningful about what I wrote, they write, “Thanks for following me”. Excuse me?  The only reply I get is focused on you and not what I wrote?  Don’t come back. I’m not going to approve those anymore. For what? The stats?  It’s insulting to do that for stats.

It’s been a slow learning process when what you write  important to you – when it’s more than just a diary – although they have their place.  I don’t sit there trying to think up something to write.  I have more material than I can get to.  The material is being turned into a book, and you can read the first chapter.  It’s called InsideOut.  Please don’t just tell me something innocuous.  Give me feedback that will help me.  Critical thinking is good.  It helps me write better.

I try to acknowledge new bloggers and help with their confidence and reply to a few posts, but I just don’t follow something anymore that I know I have no real intention of ever going back, because then, what’s the point of “following?”  I really make an effort to make the rounds and read the people I follow.  If I haven’t gotten back to you lately, I will.  No one can follow 500 blogs.  You can like and you can reply, but don’t follow unless you really do intend to follow.


Introduce Yourself Here To Other Bloggers And Grow Your Audience!

I saw this out there and thought I’d help it on it’s way. Come join the fun!


So I’d been thinking since I began 11 months ago about how I could help other bloggers grow their audience as quickly as I did. Y’all know how passionate I am about making a proper living from blogging already.

I started doing Blogging Tips and then I wanted to offer online events that could help boost folks’ audiences. I had quite a few in mind but a busy schedule and some tough periods put paid to getting them up and running last year. But now…here is the first!Feel free to use this post to say hi and introduce yourself to other bloggers. Add links to your books, your poems, your enterprises.

Promote Yourself!

Tell folks who you are and what you blog about so people will want to check you out. Also go say hi to others. It is all key to growing your audience.

Frankly I got tired of…

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The Narcissist and All about Me!!

This was a little too good to pass up ( thanks Gale!) and I see there were others that thought the same thing. Raise your hand if there is a little bit of ( pleasant, not too serious) narcissist in you!  I actual have a link on this site to my very own “about me” page that is not part of a  wordpress theme.  See the picture of me on the right?  The pretty 60 year old lady with a psychotic look?  ( my husbands words, not mine lol)  It will take you to a website  If any of you have a website or a blog and want to promote yourself a little bit, ( okay a lot, in my case) and also meet a whole bunch of really neat people and spend all day connecting with them,  I promise, you’ll be glad you went.  Have fun! ( I wonder if I can get paid by promoting their site? Another lol )Let me know what you think by leaving me a comment and don’t forget to give this a rating.  I think we forget about those rating stars sometimes.  I know I do.



Oh it’s all about me
She screamed in glee
All about me
It has to be.

So important yes I am
Others hell don’t give a damn
Every story every tale
Every hill every dale.

They are have to be
All about me!
I am special so very smart
Cute as a jelly tart.

Brilliant can’t you see?
All about me!
Has to be
All about me.

It’s all I write
Both day and night
How could they dare
Not care??

Because you see
It is all about me!!

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A Present: Presence In Life’s Moments, Conversations And Relationships

I read this when I woke up this morning before I even got up out of bed. Then I read it again. This is what I have been telling people in my life who have no concept of how to communicate, or even care to find out how to do it. It is so much easier to not try. No one talks. Not really. There is really only one person who knows every single thing about me because she listens and doesn’t judge, and that is my mother. I am so fortunate. They are in their own little bubble they don’t want anyone to break. Go about your day. Pretend everything’s okay. You know how so many people you know ask you how you are doing and you say okay? And you’re not? But you don’t tell them because you know they don’t really care? I’m not talking about the girl at the grocery store. I’m talking about your “friends”.

I communicate through written word and I use usually use a thousand words when twenty is all the other person can comprehend. I can’t really talk about how I feel because after ten words the other person is too busy trying to think of a retort to actually listen to what I’m saying. Because of this, I write. I get to think about what I’m saying and try to write in a way that the person, or persons, can understand. My mother recently told me that I scare people because my writings are too intense. They don’t know how to respond. I was told that I should be lighter – and shorter. I find I can’t do that. I can’t change the way I communicate because someone only has the capacity to talk about the weather and their children. I’m not interested in a relationship of value if the talk never gets below the skin. So many people don’t really “talk”, even to their “best friends”. By talking, in my case I also mean writing. If I have something to say, and you can’t be bothered to use any kind of communication to find out who I am, then what value is that relationship? The kiss kiss, hug hug at family gatherings with people you don’t see until the next family gathering is not my idea of having good friends. But I find that most people in families aren’t very good friends with each other either. And when I try and get blown off I get upset. If you don’t like each other enough to talk to each other between Christmas and the 4th of July, well, that’s pretty boring. It’s a complete facade. We laugh and joke and pretend all is okay, but it isn’t. Probably never will be, either.

Four years ago I moved from Key West to Pa because I a severe illness and needed a liver transplant. I thought I would have a loving family that would help give me support. What I walked into was the complete opposite of that and at times made me regret moving back home into a place I had to once again experience snow!! I hate cold!

I had to do a lot of “soul searching” to examine who I was and why I operated on a completely different level than most people I know. I really started watching people and the behavior. What has helped has been 26 years of practicing Nichiren Buddhism,

Don Charisma

Belinda and I here present our slightly different takes on that oh so simple, but oh so complex topic – presence. What it is and what it means to us. In life’s moments, in life’s conversations and of course in life’s relationships.

The Charisma take and the Idiot take on the moment and being in it, or not 😀

This is the first in my “Team Charisma World People” guest blogger series. Belinda’s done me proud, thank you Mrs Idiot … and your “Mr Lion” art, what can I say, awesome, if I could like him twice I would 😀

Belinda’s been blogger friend of mine for a while now. She in my humble opinion is a very talented writer and artist, and a pretty cool human being to boot. So I’m very happy to have her write for us, her art was an unexpected bonus.

What it’s about :

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As I was Driving to the Grocery Store . . .

washing machine

with my mother yesterday I told her I had an idea for another blog I wanted to write.

“You what?” she said.

“I want to write another blog,” I repeated, even though I knew she heard what I said.

“For whatever reason do you want to take on writing another blog? Don’t you already have enough to do?” She asked.

I knew she just needed a couple minutes to mull it around in her in her brain so we drove for a few minutes without saying much of anything. She was trying to figure out where my head was at this time.  Out of the blue I had just blurted it out without giving her any notion of my plans.  We talk a lot, I mean really talk a lot so it was unusual for her to not not have any inkling when I was about to go on another one of my ‘Sharp Turns to the Left’ I called them.

Ordinarily you would think a statement like that wouldn’t deserve much of a reaction, but she knew, and I knew, that I was already so overextended by the other projects I’m working on that fitting in another one would mean I would have to let something go.

I thought that I could easily let go cleaning my room, which doubles as my office, and if I didn’t turn around I wouldn’t see I hadn’t made my bed again today.  Who would really care anyway?  My husband is as ensconced behind his computer in his room as I am in mine.  He has to be pried away from his computer and forced to come up for air.  He’s a master gamer.  Dinosaurs could go tromping by his window and he probably wouldn’t notice.  He certainly wouldn’t care if the bed was made or not. He loves my cooking, but he’s just as happy eating White Castles and Doritos. (We should own stock in those companies!)

Mom and I were driving through town in the afternoon, running errands and heading to the store to buy ingredients for Christmas dinner the next day.  She and I were planning on cooking this massive amount of food for friends and family that was being held at her home.  This was really quite an undertaking because my 81 year old mother and I both deal with back injuries that cause us quite a bit pain if we stand up too long. But dang it, we were going to make it happen! Misery does love company, doesn’t it? This dinner was going to happen even if it meant we were going to feel like we were run over by a truck that backed up and ran over us again!

Standing up for more than fifteen minutes is often excruciating.  Here I was, committing myself to endless hours of standing up to cook. (I’ll double up on my pain meds, I told myself.)  I love to cook very much, and I think I’m pretty good at it, so I figured I’d grit my teeth, (I did) and close my eyes and breath slowly. (None of which worked very well.)  But heck, we turned out a great dinner, and had a walloping good time! As I looked around the room and saw people’s faces they looked like they were having a good time, too.   A few neighbors joined us so they are honorary members of the clan now.

There is a guidance I read many times. “Enjoy what there is to enjoy.  Suffer what there is to suffer. Regard both as facts of life and continue to pray (chant, in my and my mother’s case) for happiness, no matter what.”  I was so happy I was able to be part of it instead of sitting home by myself like some people do. even if they have a choice not to.  I have a crazy family and we’ve had lots of issues, but they are still my family.  What’s the point of having them if we can’t get over the things that cause us pain.

My mother was pretty pooped out by the end of the evening.  (She’s going to be hysterical when she sees I posted this picture of her!)

Droopy Mother

“So,” my mother said, as we drove through town, “what are you going to write about and what are you going to call it?”

“There are so many thing I read,” I told her, trying to make her see why I thought it was a good idea. ” and I want to share them with other people.  Lots of people have very interesting blogs.”

“As I search the web, unless I share it on Facebook, or another type of social media, it just isn’t enough.  I want to reach a larger audience.  It takes awhile to get a new blog going, but I have lots of patience.  If people share what I post with other people it ends up being read by people I don’t even know.  I find that exciting,”

She thought about this for awhile and asked me, “Can’t you do that on the blog you already have?”

“Mom, my other website is so structured around one concept that it doesn’t allow me write about other things I think of, or post something someone else has written that I think is really good, or has a valid point to make that I think my followers would like.” I tried to explain.  She has a hard time understanding how people connect all over the world without really knowing them in the physical sense.  To her they aren’t really real relationships.

I write about Jamie, my grandson Jamie’s father, who is in prison in Huntsville, Tx.  I will  add a link to my latest posts so you can see what my other blog is about. He just finished nine years with eight to go.  We share many letters and through the years I realized there was a story to tell. You can find that blog at  The  name is: My Name is Jamie. Life in Prison.  There is so much wrong with our injustice system that many people are unaware of.  I also include many links for people to go to if they have questions.  I am often still up at a 4 AM working on the posts.  In a different direction I am also a keyboardist and I compose improvisational piano pieces and some of the posts have a piece of my music inserted. There is also a separate page with all the music links in one place. I needed a website for all the other things I saw that needed a separate place to be.

My mother thought about that and said, “What are you going to call it?”

“I don’t know. Any suggestions?” I asked her.

We started joking around, calling out the names of businesses we were passing.  After doing this for a minutes we passed a laundromat called, Wash and Whirl.  I repeated that over and over for about ten or fifteen seconds and then my mother said, “How about Watch and Whirl?”

I sat there silently for a few seconds and said, ” I like that.  Watch and Whirl. Like I was watching something and then wanted to give it a whirl.  See how it flies.  Like a boom-a-rang.  See if it comes flying back at me.  Or like a washing machine that swooshes it all around and see what comes out the other side.”

So, Watch and Whirl was born.

And Christmas dinner was a smashing success!