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About Me

Merry Muhsman lives on a farm in rural Nebraska with her husband, son, a dog and many cats. At a young age, she began writing on Sunday afternoons, beneath a tree on her parent’s farm. The tree is gone, but her love for writing has never faded. Merry loves fantasy, but when the muse allows, she also enjoys writing women’s fiction, nonfiction and flash fiction.

Her stories have appeared in “On the Premise” magazine and “Voices from the Plains” a Nebraska Writer’s Guild Anthology. She has also been accepted twice into the prestigious Odyssey Writing Workshop.

Hello,

I’m Merry

Born and raised in Nebraska, Merry Muhsman is a fantasy writer, a nonfiction writer, and a flash fiction writer. Merry lives on a farm with her husband and son, a dog and lots of cats.

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Recent posts

  • A new spider species causes a national emergency for me

    Spiders: the final enemy in my mailbox. These are the stories of a Nebraska farmwife terrified of spiders. Her mission is to avoid getting the mail until the second frost. Her mission is to avoid spiders at all cost, seek out new ways to avoid them and to boldly never open the mailbox until winter.

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  • I’m going on sabbatical

    I’m going on sabbatical. Time frame is to be determined, but I’m done getting the mail from the mailbox. You see, there’s not just mail in my mailbox. There’s black creatures lurking in the mailbox, building their sticky sacks where their thousands of children live. And the worst part of these creatures? They jump. I

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  • I didn’t win, and that’s a good thing

    Closed doors, open doors and waiting for that one “yes” I didn’t win, and that’s a good thing About a month ago, I learned I was honorable mention in a writing contest. When I got the news, I did the happy dance, jumped up and down like I was on a pogo stick and told

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  • Gratitude is Going out of Style

    There’s a movement that is becoming a bit troubling to me, and I’m not talking politics, AI or the future. I’ll let other bloggers talk about that. I’m talking about gratitude. Writing thank you notes is becoming a lost art, even just writing a note in general is rare. And nowhere is the absence of

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  • I was forgotten

    Fear cripples every living thing, but God shows us how to overcome. The north wind blew strong, bitter; the very chill that comes with the bite of snow. Winter was still showing her teeth no matter that it was officially five days into spring. The cats snuggled in their warm buildings with their bellies full.

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  • Random Thoughts

    Finding reflection on Sunday with random musings… Sundays are a time for rest and reflection. They are also a time I choose to write. I could work on my novel. I could work on a short story or flash fiction story that has been nudging at me, but instead, I have a few random thoughts.

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  • A crisis of conscience

    The internet is ruining one of my favorite authors. This is not the first time. I was sitting in the physical therapist’s office, randomly scrolling through Twitter and came across a tell-all piece regarding Marion Zimmer Bradly. When I was a teenager, my aunt gifted me with “Mists of Avalon.” I remember my mom not

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  • A candle for Silent Night

    A candle for Silent Night

    She is 8, maybe 9. Her hair is blonde and curls up at her shoulders. She pushes her bangs out of her eyes, leaning forward to listen to the choir. She did not have a Christmas dress with sparkles or lace or black patent leather shoes. Her hair was not curled into long ringlets. She

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  • Be Still

    Be Still

    It’s all about the hustle, or is it? I stood next to our hosta plants, blooming with long stems of white flowers. I had just turned to say something to my family sitting on the desk, and something green and moving very fast zoomed around me. I froze. I would like to say it was

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  • Weeds

    I adjusted my gardening hat and turned to my husband. “How do I look?” Now any guy knows this is a dangerous question, but my husband is smooth. He gives me a crooked grin, and says that I look like my mom. And that’s a good thing. She was one of the kindest people I

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