Well hi there.

My name’s Evelyn and I’m a millennial-aged gal attempting to navigate the choppy waters of entrepreneurship via self-publishing by becoming the next JK Rowling.

Except you know, richer.

Don’t laugh.

Alright, so a year ago I quit my job.

Then I cashed out my whole ass retirement.

Then I almost died of shock because it turns out that working for yourself is super f’ing hard.

You read all those links, right? Of course, you did. Now it kinda feels like we’re old friends, doesn’t it? Or at least acquaintances who nod and smile at each other in the grocery store but don’t actually speak.

Yeah, probably the second one.

So here’s the deal – this blog isn’t just for my fellow writers – it’s for anyone who feels suffocated by a life they didn’t choose but rather fell into to.

A life that fits your parents, friends and everyone you know, but doesn’t fit you.

It never did and it never will.

That’s how I felt after 15 years of working in retail. Like I was waiting for my real life to start.

Then one morning I woke up and realized that I was 33-years-old and if I didn’t do something DRASTIC, the next 15 years of my life would look exactly like that last 15.

Photo by Lubo Minar

And that, my friends, is the long and short of it. I told the man to ‘kiss my grits’ and keep the change. (I’m sorry, I don’t even know what that means.)

So think of this blog as your guide to escaping the rat race. An up close and personal view of what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real.

Wait, that’s… definitely not right.

You get my point. So sit back, grab a glass of wine and let’s laugh to keep from crying until we become disgustingly wealthy. Then we’ll just regular laugh.

TL;DR I’m a single, 34-year-old without a real job or health insurance. I make shit up and publish it on Amazon. I’m honest and not great at sugarcoating things. If you’re thinking about quitting your job to pursue your passion, pull up a chair, you might be here a while.

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