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I Don't Know What To Put Here - May Post

I'm sorry, titles are the worst.  But guess what?!?  I finished my first semester of nursing school with two B's and three A's!  Whoop!  I have the whole month of May to play with my stories!  I can write again!!
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I have many plans for this month.  Basically do all the chores and hobbies and good-for-the-soul stuff that I haven't gotten to do since I was in school.  Like read all of these books: The Tropic of Serpents by Marie Brennan, Blood Song by Anthony Ryan, Aisuru by Anma Natsu (I still haven't read the final version!), Without A Summer and Valour and Vanity by Mary Robinette Kowal, The Killing Moon by N. K. Jemisin, Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie, God's War by Kameron Hurley, and The Writer's Guide to Psychology by Carolyn Kaufman.  Funny joke, right? In a month?  These aren't my to-read list that I might get to someday.  These are on my shelf staring at me, wondering why I haven't done anything with them yet.  The first two in that list I started last year and just didn't get to finish before school started.  

And I need to get through a good re-read of  Om Nom Nombies with highlights and notes, so that I can start on a re-write.  That's really the main goal.  

I will have a post for you every week in May, and hopefully not just a "hey here's what I've been doing in my writing, I haven't made as much progress as I should" post.  Maybe I can squeeze a review out of one of those books :)

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