Hey there, brand new me

If it isn’t obvious in another couple sentences, I’m new to the blog world.  There.  I’ve done it.  I’ve outed myself as a newbie.  Let the rain of flames and eye rolls begin!  Just joking.  I’m going to go ahead hoping that people out there will be nice and give me a little break while I’m figuring out this whole blog thing.  Or get an umbrella.  

How about instead of bad jokes, I tell you a little about myself?  Most importantly, I am not all real.  Not in some weird alien way.  I am me, but Evelyn Connor isn’t my name.  A lot of bloggers get on here to make their own names famous.  I’m here because I want my writing to be famous.  Forget my name.  I’m a little bored of it anyway. 

I spent longer than I want to admit pouring all my energy into a relationship that broke apart, and was probably infected for a long time.  I know, I know.  Sad story.  Everyone goes through it.  Nothing special.  What they don’t tell you is it doesn’t feel like just nothing special when it happens.  You can see it coming for months and when you hear those words it’s still like you were living in some happy world where things were going to work out and it was just a rough patch.  It’s amazing how long you can tell yourself it was just a rough patch even when deep down you feel like everything’s wrong.  Even when you’re questioning everything about yourself cause your head says it’s all your fault, and if you could just make yourself perfect then everything would be perfect.  It’s not like he’s going to change your mind.  He’s too busy weighing his options, deciding if she’s worth getting rid of you.      

Well it’s been over a month and guess what?  It still feels like I got myself stabbed in the stomach and they can’t find the knife.  Only I don’t want to be that person anymore.  I gave up on my writing for so long so I could try to keep a dying, corrupted thing alive and now it’s my turn to be alive.  They always say when you’re hurting you should make a change.  Dye your hair.  Get a new job.  Well how about a new name?  Evelyn Connor is me but she’s my chance to reinvent myself.  I’m done living in the past where I’m stuck in cement.  This future is going to be about me.  My books.  My passion.  Without all the ties to what happened back then. 

This is getting long, so I'm just going to say that this blog won’t be me whining for months and months.  I’m moving forward and that means talking about what makes me happy.  Like my books!  :)

So why paranormal romance?  First the short answer:  There’s just nothing like fantasy to make you believe in love.  Again.