A day of music.

Dear Diary,

This has been a day of music. Everything Anne and I did today seemed to have its own soundtrack, as we constantly played music wherever we were. Grocery shopping, house shopping, cleaning. Everything. Jamming out. Loved it. 🎵

Want to know what I didn’t love? Having only a half-day of writing, since we had to leave and run a handful of errands. Even though my creative time was eviscerated, I pimped the fuck out of it. A social media post I made earlier sums it up nicely:

So this #erotica story for my #Patreon peeps was going to be a short 500-word affair. Then I started #amwriting, and I was like “There is no way I can write that little,” so I increased it to 2,500. It currently sits at almost 5,000 words. I need help…

Anyway, I’m jumping off so I can 1) play some Animal Crossing on my 3DS and 2) knock out a good chunk of Dark Prince by Christine Feehan. I swear I’m finishing that fucking book this week!

Thank you for letting me share my day with you. It’s something I don’t take for granted. 😊

#Alexa

“To be womanly is one thing, and one only; it is to be sensitive to man, to be highly endowed with the sex instinct; to be manly is to be sensitive to woman.”

– Jane Harrison