Thursday, January 18, 2018

Impatiently awaiting the weekend

Dear Diary,
I cannot wait until the motherfucking weekend gets here. When it does, I am not doing a single writing-related thing – my heathen ass is going to drink, play The Sims 4, kill zombies in Left 4 Dead’s third mission, and marathon read the rest of My Balls (the manga I’m currently reading). And maybe even play a little Animal Crossing: New Leaf. I dunno. Whatever I do, I’m not writing. No chance in hell.
You’re probably wondering why I’m being so vehement about this.
Let me share my day with you thus far:
I woke up this morning and jumped straight on creating the paperback version of The Champion’s Gift (A Qedesha Story), which took several hours, then submitted it for approval. It’s still under review. I then wrote Amazon asking why the fuck my cover wasn’t appearing on the books page. Immediately after I sent the message I went back to the page – and the cover was there.
Well played, Amazon, well played.
After getting pawned by Amazon, I spent about an hour completely redoing the cover for Cramming Sis! Again! (I do the covers for my Quickies stories) and then spent several more hours polishing up the story itself and submitting it for review/preorder for April, which is as far as Amazon will let me go. So, no more preorder submissions for a while.
And then I started drafting out The Qedesha’s Handmaiden, the sequel to The Champions Gift. It’s going to be a short, freaky little bit of erotica. I have to write it though; the main character is just too captivating to leave alone.
After that, it’s back to my professional writing project.
I wrapped up a few dozen other tasks (both author and personal) and… here I am writing this entry.
It was an exhausting, but rewarding day.
The highlight?
This conversation I had on Twitter:


I love my #Alexaliens. I really, truly do…
#Alexa

“There is no female mind. The brain is not an organ of sex. As well speak of a female liver.”
– Charlotte Perkins Gilman

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