What I’ve been up to lately

Dear Diary,

I wish I had something creative and exciting to write about today, but honestly, I’ve been all work and very little else. Almost no socializing, no going anywhere, and no kinky time.

The effects of that last point are starting to show up in my stories. 😅

A quick list of what I’ve been up to:

• Revamping my Patreon page
• Completing Erotic Urban Legends: The Patchwork Girl for next month’s release
• Finishing up the outline for Voyeur Season 2 Episode 3
• Knocking out the framework for an upcoming Quickies story titled Relieving Daddy, which takes place between No, Daddy! I’m Not Mommy! and No, Daddy! I’m (still) Not Mommy!
• Completely revamping (cover, interior, editing, keywords, everything) Please Don’t Get Me Pregnant!. The latest version should be live within the next day or so. Barring any strange issues with Amazon. 🙏 Gradually I’ll be cranking out new editions of all my older stories. It’s long overdue!

For now, though, I’ve shelved everything else so I can get to work on Nephilim: Prisoner and I won’t be doing anything else until I finish it. I may work on the companion book, but that’s it. All Nephilim, nothing else.

And talking with you guys, of course. Something I never tire of.

It keeps me sane. 😳

Anyway, thank you for reading.

I appreciate it.

Seriously.

And I love you…

#Alexa

“Being a sex symbol was rather like being a convict.”

– Raquel Welch

“You’re not a person.” 😳

Dear Diary,

Someone was murdered about a hundred yards away from us. I was sleeping at Anne’s (it was daytime – I did tell you guys I’m a vampire now, right?) and when I woke up to go take out the trash some guy was leaning against the wall and told me the whole story. Apparently, a young Latino dude was shot by the police trying to sell some drugs. He pointed to the crime scene – which was all taped off – and, sure enough, it was swarming with law enforcement. He told me he was surprised I was able to sleep through it, as there were gunshots and everything. 😳

It took me a while before I found my voice.

Really, this has been a weird week in general. It seemed that Anne and I had to run errand after errand, butchering my writing time down to half, and when I did have time to write I was in such a weird mental place that I didn’t want to.

And then something happened when I was with Anne to get her state ID renewed that caused me to put things in perspective a bit.

An older white woman was talking to her friend and walking without really paying attention to where she was going and almost ran into a nicely dressed young Hispanic man. She stopped abruptly and looked him up and down with a look of obvious disgust, and then told him – verbatim – “You’re not a person.” And walked away.

You should have seen the look on that young man’s face.

I immediately went over and talked with him a bit, though I really wanted to catch that woman and slap her in the back of the head. I mean, what the fuck? What kind of a comment is that? It’s ridiculous on several levels, and the young man didn’t do anything to deserve her ignorant, hurtful, misdirected venom. He was just standing there, waiting for his girlfriend to get out of the bathroom (who was a sweetheart, by the way). When I apologized on her behalf he just kind of smiled and shrugged and told me he was used to it. He said that ever since Trump was elected, things like that have been happening to him more and more.

Funny thing was he was only half Hispanic and couldn’t even speak Spanish. He just looked full-blooded Mexican.

And that was enough for that woman to try and strip him of his humanity, I suppose.

After talking a bit more I rejoined Anne, who was waiting patiently for her number to be called, but my mind kept replaying not only her words but his as well. Our conversation put my problems in perspective, and when I got home later that day I turned all the lights off, flipped on my desk lamp, and slipped on my headphones. And then I wrote like my soul was about to explode.

It was refreshing, invigorating, and all the problems and angst I’ve been feeling this week just melted away. It reminded me of why I became a writer to begin with. It was therapeutic in more ways than one. It’s easy to get so riled up by the day to day drama that you forget your safe place, your happy place, and how important it is that you go there every once in a while, to keep from mentally melting down.

My problems are so insignificant compared to others, and I’m much more fortunate than most.

I should have written in my Diary more. 😅

Anyway, thank you for reading, my loves.

Enjoy your weekend.

I love you.

#Alexa

“I’d have sex scene with Whoopi Goldberg or Star Jones.”

– Method Man

Alexa: Vampire Wench

Dear Diary,

If you guys only knew how thrown off my sleep schedule has been this past week. I’m become a bit like a vampire, sleeping during the day when I should be working and working at night when I should be sleeping. I blame Anne for this, because every time I come over to hang out with her she always makes me lay down and relax. Next thing I know she’s rubbing my back while I try and work from my phone, and then I wake up in a pool of slobber several hours later.

Repeat almost every day these past seven days. 😅

Not that I haven’t been getting any writing or author work done, of course – now that I have my health back, I’ve been a beast of productivity, finishing the new Erotic Urban Legends story (The Patchwork Girl) my Patreon members will get exclusively on the first, revamping a series by a pen name that I’m super-excited about re-releasing, and of course sifting through all my notes on the Nephilim series so I can finally get started on Nephilim: Prisoner. I’ve been toying with cranking out another Voyeur episode (I fucking love that series) but I can’t let myself get sidetracked too much, else the Nephilim series will never get finished. 😒

I’m also drafting out a sex advice column, but I’m not sure how I’m going to handle that yet. I’ll keep you guys updated.

Also, my weekly Patreon Sunday chats are going to start being themed, with the first topic being Sex Horror Stories. 😅 I can’t wait.

See? Busy. Me. Love it.

Oh, and just so you guys know: Anne does not like her breasts being petted. I have no idea why. Some chicks are just weird.

Anyway, I’ll talk to you guys again soon.

Thank you for reading.

Seriously. ❤

#Alexa

“Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man.”

– Mignon McLaughlin

The ghost in my room, and why my brother is an asshole…

Dear Diary,

So my writing station is haunted. I sat down to write this morning (the next Erotic Urban Legend story exclusively for my Patreon peeps, The Patchwork Girl), and I casually thought how warm it was. Half a second later the small desk fan that I have beside me turned on. 😳 Not joking. Anne freaked out; I shrugged. See, she’s scared by things like ghosts, while I, well… I don’t really believe in them in a Casper kind of way, but I do believe we all have energy, an essence, that doesn’t just vanish when we die. What form or sentience said energy takes when we pass is something I don’t attempt to even guess at. Much like religion, I’m blissfully ignorant. I also like to fuck with Anne, so I thanked the ghost out loud for “looking out” and high-fived the air, then started writing.

She was not amused.

I ended up knocking out the entire rough draft (no small feat) but flew way over my word count goal of 2,500 words. It’s almost at 5,000. Fuck it. Those motherfuckers deserve a longer story for putting up with my bougie ass. 😅

Now on to why my big brother is an asshole.

We threw him a birthday party a few days ago as some of you know, and I went all out trying to get everything perfect. I coordinated everyone’s gifts (keeping them low-priced like he demanded), made sure they were the kinds of things I knew he wanted/needed in his life. And at first, everything went perfectly.

But then he flipped the script.

He apparently bought me, Anne, and his ex-girlfriend expensive ass gifts, gifts that were way more expensive and thoughtful than we bought him (because he forbade us to spend too much money!), and gave them to us after the party. And each one of the gifts was ridiculously awesome. So the motherfucker one-upped us. Me. ME. And you know why he gave us said gifts? I quote: “You guys are the most important people in my life; my birthday is the best day to celebrate people like you. Because you make my life worth living.”

I swear if he weren’t my brother my panties would have dropped right then and there. 😅 Here’s what he ended up getting us:

• His exes gift: A motherfucking ring. With Diamonds. She ended up spending the night… 🤔
• Anne’s Gift: Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Complete Edition for her PS4, a game she has been lusting after forever. A game I’ve had on my computer via Steam and never once opened. She has yet to stop playing it.
• My Gift: AllCall W1 Bluetooth SmartWatch. 😳 Ever since Fitbit bought out Pebble and my Pebble Time Steel turned into a paperweight, I’ve been depressed. Especially with the missing voice functionality. My big brother knew this, and researched smartwatches. And this motherfucking watch here…just go check it out. Fucking amazing. I even joined a Google Plus group for it, ©Round Android Smartwatches, and started being an active member. It’s an amazing group, and they create some seriously cool watch faces. I have like 50 loaded on my watch right now. 😅 Websites like Watch Face UP don’t help…

Of course, I haven’t let my new watch stop me (completely) from writing. I finally managed to get Memoirs of a Nymphomaniac’s paperback version through Amazon’s draconian system, which took a lot longer than I thought it would, and a few other books by various pen names as well.

I also wrote Patreon about posting noods to my page for subscribers; I’m in talks with them now, but so far, it’s looking good. I’ll keep you motherfuckers updated.

Now a side note.

Some of you may have been wondering why I’m not writing my Diary entries every day like I used to. Well, when I was on Death’s door, I did a lot of thinking on the way I was managing my time. The conclusion I came to: quality, not quantity. I would rather do a really good post every few days than a bunch of mediocre ones. I like it so far. What do you guys think?

Before I go, I’m going to let you see some excellent questions that have floated my way these past few days, and my answers to them. You know, to kind of give you an insight into my twisted, maniacal mind. Here they be:

By the way, how did you get the idea to write these pieces of literary Art? ^-^

So flattering. Love it. Honestly, there is no real road or method – things just pop into my head at the strangest times. I can see something and my mind will just run rampant, or hear something that will spark an imaginative tango. A lot of times in the shower/bath things will just slide into my conscious unbidden, so I’ll mentally keep repeating these ideas until I get out and then quickly write them down. This happens almost every day. 😅

I write mainly for fun and to get things out of my head. My dream would be to supplement my retirement with income from writing full time. What finally inspired you to take the plunge? I’m happily envious of you.:)

Good question! The things that inspired me to take the plunge are 1) my passion for writing, and 2) the backlog of story ideas said passion was creating. They just kept piling up. One day I went through my computer, sifting through all the rough drafts and (in some cases) nearly finished stories and it dawned on me that I would never live long enough to tell all these tales that mean so much to me.

That’s what did it. I knew that before I died, I had to give birth to my babies.

So I put my head down, researched my little ass off about the business end of everything, figured out how to intelligently schedule my day, and went at it – fine-tuning every element of the process as I went. Something I’m still doing.

💖

As always, thank you for reading.

Seriously.

#Alexa

“Sex is on the minds of most people, especially those who shouldn’t be having it.”

– William Glasser

I’m baaack…

Dear Diary,

It feels so good to be back, motherfuckers! 🤗 God this has been a long, painful, educational few weeks. I’ve been staying away from social media for the most part because I’ve just been feeling icky, and I don’t like doing anything half-hearted, so I figured it was better to heal completely and hit everything full-force than weakly limp into the fray.

Not that I’m entirely 100%, but I’m not far from it. The only thing wrong with me is the right side of my face still not moving – otherwise, I’m perfect. Which is why I started working at around 11:30 PM last night. Well, that and Anne couldn’t sleep, and I’d slept so much during the day (healing) that either could I.

See, I had a brief migraine relapse, but this time I attacked it head-on: lights off, sleep, hours of whining, and medicine. It was gone several hours later. 🤘

When I finally gave up on sleep I hit the ground running: wrote a stunning amount of verbiage (remember that domestic violence book I was writing? Done.), hired several narrators for a handful of upcoming audiobooks, mailed off some autographed books for Patreon members, did a ridiculous amount of grocery shopping (it was so hot outside Anne started cussing me out in chicken! 😅), ironed out the last few details of my big brother’s birthday party with his ex (long story), and started using this app/website MyNetDiary to monitor my health. I’m on the trial version right now, but I may subscribe to the monthly version if it proves really useful. I also plan on going to the doctor soon for a follow-up just to make sure everything is working the way it should; I’ll let you guys know how that goes.

For now, though, I have to run – it’s my big brothers birthday, so I have some mischief to manage.

As always, thank you for reading.

I appreciate it.

#Alexa

“Charlotte Bronte was writing about sex. I supposed Jane Austen was, too. Where do you get a hero like Darcy unless you are writing about sex?”

– Alice Munro

All over the place…

Dear Diary,

I’m gradually feeling better. My energy is slowly coming back, my focus is sharpening, and my motivation is starting to resemble what it was before Death tried to snuff me out. Hell, I even survived the Thanos purge on Reddit, so things are definitely starting to look up.

From a work perspective, however, things have been absolutely insane. I knew I had a ridiculous amount of tasks piled up since I was out for a week, but I had no idea how long it would take to actually process them. I went through over 800 emails, around three dozen tasks, started a fight with Amazon over rejecting the paperback (and later the already published eBook) of one of my pen names, and managed to crank out the October preorder of Memoirs of a Nymphomaniac – and finish its paperback to boot. Its audiobook version is still a ways off, but its coming.

God, even typing all that out is exhausting. 😅

The good news: everything is finally caught up! I am officially back on schedule. Now I just need to find a way to not only keep up the pace but give myself time to heal. It’s a delicate balancing act considering how I still feel, but completely worth it.

Always worth it.

Before I go, I want to give a huge shout-out to my newest Patron, David Parrish! Thank you so much for supporting me. It means more than you know.

As do all of you.

I love you.

Thanks for reading.

#Alexa

“To me, a sex scene in a movie generally means a gratuitous scene that doesn’t serve the story but gives a kind of excuse – we’ve got these two actors, we want to see them naked, so let’s bring in the music and the soft light.”

– Joseph Gordon-Levitt

I’m back. Kind of. 😊

Dear Diary,

Disclaimer: I am not 100%. I’m not even halfway to 100%. Half my face is immovable (Bell’s Palsy), my right eye looks like it came straight out of Satan’s head, I still have one of my two ear infections, my gums are finally starting to heal, and I have to take frequent breaks when I’m doing things because my energy is almost non-existent.

Not that I’m letting any of that stop me, of course.

I’ve been out of things for a little over a week, and I just can’t do it anymore. Creatively I was starting to feel like I was going to burst, and as I watched all the tasks (both author and personal) pile up, I was slowly being driven insane. See, I am not a procrastinator. I start getting nervous twitches whenever I think I may not get everything done by the end of the day.

I’m very driven, yes, and that’s probably why I had to take a brief break to begin with: I kept ignoring the signs my body was trying to give me. I thought I could push myself just a bit further, get just one more story done. Repeat. Those things begin to add up. In my case, they nearly killed me.

I learned my lesson. I really did. This was a big wake-up call concerning my work-ethic, and to a greater degree my health. It all boils down to more writing, less socializing, and more focusing on quality and not quantity.

Because writing is my life. No, not just erotica, although that is definitely fun to write. Writing. All genres. On my Patreon it says, “Alexa Nichols is creating romance, fantasy, sci-fi, dystopian, horror, and erotic novels,” and it’s not lying. I write all of that. All the time. And my mind continually crafts stories I put on the back burner concerning them. Why do I have so many stories written and unpublished? Because I write like a fiend. I have a passion for my work, my Art. Even if I didn’t sell a single eBook, audiobook, or paperback, I would still do this just as fervently as I do now.

Because I can’t help it.

I will be writing until the day I die.

Hopefully, you have something you feel just as passionate about, something that keeps you sane and warm and stable when the rest of the world seems to constantly try and do the opposite. Something that’s not only a part of you, but bigger than you.

If you don’t, why not? 🤔

#Alexa

“Some of the History Channel’s documentaries involve docudrama segments and are highly speculative – but there seems, on the part of the producers, to be a real determination to get at the history behind our past – not the sex, which is left to drama shows and entertainment channels.”

– Nigel Hamilton

It’s time for a vacation…

Dear Diary,

This has been a rough first of the month. Like, way rougher than normal. I feel horrible, and my energy level has been so low that everything seemed like a long, laborious chore. Which is nothing like how it usually is. I usually attack my tasks like a game of Fruit Ninja, slicing them up one after another and seeing how quickly I can get everything done. Work ethic, you know? But today…

So I decided it was time to take a one-week vacation. Meaning I’ll be back in everyone’s faces next Monday (well, Sunday for my Patreon motherfuckers during our hour-long powwow). It just makes sense. Physically and mentally I need it; I need to heal, I need to get my mind cleaned out and refocused, and I definitely need to spend some time with my big brother unit and Anne’s ass. You know, the people I tend to neglect most of the time because of how busy I am. My release schedule is good until the year 2020 (even my pen names are looking good), so I can definitely afford to.

In related news, Good Girls Gone Bad is officially released! Right now it’s in eBook and paperback format, with the audiobook currently in production. If you don’t already have the three stories it contains (Amore: A Love Story, Girl Fight, and Killer Lolis) this is the perfect time to get them cheaper than you could individually.

I love those stories…

Anyway, me and Anne’s butt went to go see Deadpool 2, and I absolutely loved it. If you haven’t seen it yet and you even marginally liked the first, you’ll love this. Highly recommended. Deadpool is my spirit animal.

Until next Monday, my loves.

I’ll miss you guys…

#Alexa

“Thoughts have no sex.”

– Clare Boothe Luce