Good Grief

I promise that this blog won’t be 100% downer all of the time. I do, however, want to introduce myself and why I chose to start it. My name is Yvonne. I’m 32 and I have been accused of having no direction. I have two advanced degrees, but I am not particularly passionate about either field. I really like watching movies and I really like discussing legal issues, but I don’t want to spend the rest of my life working in a film office or as an attorney. I discovered these things while I was close to finishing my Masters and JD.

My mother was my very best friend. She was had me when she was only 18. She died in April. I’ll just say that Lupus sucks and leave it at that. Her death did not really help with the whole lack of direction problem. It only caused me to sleep for twelve hours at a time and only leave my house for my soul-sucking job. It was all just as sad as you think it is. I also have severe anxiety disorder. The occasional panic attack would pop up just to spice things up.

My grandmother, a woman who makes a block of granite seem like silly putty, had an idea after helping me deal with one such panic attack. She said, “Write a book.” That was all. There was no indication of what this mythical book should be about or how a screenwriter was just going to sit down and start writing book. It was one sentence that was not thought out in any way. Writing a book is a massive effort that takes a tremendous amount of skill and dedication. I can’t even manage to finish writing the Smallville fanfiction I started in 2002.

It was the best advice I was ever given. I am writing a book. I am also starting a blog while I am writing this book. I always look for new and exciting ways to procrastinate.

I am interested in a lot of things and this blog will cover all of them. Scratch that. I’m fairly interested in porn, but this blog will definitely not cover that. I am a southern, black, fat, over educated, underemployed, single, perpetually anxious, thirty-something woman currently learning how to cope with the lowest point in her life. These things all inform who am I, but they don’t define me. That’s me. I am fairly average. Come join me on my random musings and tales of my misadventures.


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