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Welcome to Monday Music

My girl Sara is revamping her blog. Looks like it’s gonna be a blast. You should check it out!

Sara Baysinger

First of all, HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY!!!

So I finally made a blog schedule. For the next three months. (Wow. I actually prepared. In advance. *gasp*) Ima post 3X a week, and guess what? Every week has a theme! Because who doesn’t like themes? The plan is to post on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and I’ll get more into what I’ll post on Wednesdays and Fridays on those designated days. But today, I’m going to talk about what I’m posting on Mondays. Because it’s Monday. (obvi)

From here on out, Mondays shall now be known as Monday Music… on this blog.

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I’ll take this dreaded first workday of the week and make it interesting by talking about… wait for it… MUSIC! And my favorite songs. Or a song that speaks to me that week. And I’ll most likely add some thoughts on other things to give you a glimpse…

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By Amy Brock McNew

Author. Blogger. Fighter.

Former nurse and martial artist.

Amy doesn’t just write speculative fiction, she lives and breathes it. She enthusiastically explores the strange, the supernatural, and the wonderfully weird. She pours her guts onto the pages she writes, honestly and brutally revealing herself in the process. Nothing is off limits. Her favorite question is “what if?” and she believes fiction can be truer than our sheltered and controlled realities.

This wife and mom is a lover of music, chocolate, the beach, and cherry vanilla Coke. Her home is a zoo, filled with teenagers–both hers and those she seems to collect–two dogs, a cat, and various fish and amphibians. Strangely enough, her kids are the ones who have to tell her to turn the music down.

It is her firm belief that everyone should have a theme song.

Originally from Arkansas, Amy currently resides in Indiana. She and her Taekwondo-instructor husband are constantly acting like overgrown kids–and loving every minute of it. She longs for the day when her husband retires, so she can write her adventures of love and war on a back porch overlooking the ocean.

In flip flops.

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