Logan Paul VS KSI, Wenchcakes, and the state of the Nephilim…

Dear Diary,

I talk a lot of shit for someone that’s only around 5’0”, 100lbs. Most of said shit talking was done during the Logan Paul VS KSI fight a few days ago, and the rest of it was when my big brother, his current wench, and Anne tried to pull me away from my computer to celebrate my birthday on the 23rd. Now don’t get me wrong, I love birthdays, but I love writing even more, and… well… let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.

And then there was the whole Logan Paul VS KSI fight. I was crunk yo, especially towards the first few rounds before Logan started tiring out. I was jumping up and down, yelling, kicking my shoes off and towards the end, I even threw the shirt I was wearing across the room. I completely forgot that I had a room full of people there (including my big brother, who was so into whatever he was doing on his tablet that he didn’t even notice 😳) but I didn’t care. I was wearing a sports bra, after all.

I still have a hard time digesting the fight coming out to be a draw. I was totally going for Logan (I honestly couldn’t care less for the rest of the fights), and while I admit he started tiring out towards the last half, KSI got in some illegal shots that should have been deducted from the scoring. I was not a happy camper.

Anyway.

Other than my birthday and the fight, the only thing that has been consuming my life as of late is Nephilim. I’ve written thousands upon thousands of words on Erotic Urban Legends: Broken Wings (A Nephilim Story) and Nephilim: Prisoner, as well as outlining the next Nephilim book after Prisoner, Slaughter. In fact, Broken Wings takes place in the middle of Slaughter, and details how a major character came to be in the story. When I first started writing it I only intended it to be a short 2,500-word story – currently, it sits at 10,971. And I still have a little more content to add. I even upped my daily writing time to at least seven hours a day just so I can get all this done in a timely manner.

Because once the Nephilim series is finished, it’s on to my next Killer Lolis book, which I’ve also already started drafting out.

I really, truly love being a writer. 🤗

Of course, that seven hours a day also includes the time I’ve spent writing things like Lesbian Cheerleader Zombie Ninjas from Venus and books under pen names, which I’ve done so I can take a brief break from the Nephilim universe, but most of that time is spent writing Nephilim related stories. Yes, I’m a hyper-focused extremist, but I love what I do. I’m not forcing myself to write this much – I’m simply giving in to my creative desires.

That being said, I do tend to supernova, meaning that I go through huge creative bursts and spill out a ton of verbiage, then kind of burn out for a few days while my creative energy replenishes. I know this will happen soon, but until it does, I’m going to enjoy this for as long as I can and get as much done as possible.

I’m also in the process of streamlining my newsletter (it got a little bit too busy) and working on other side projects, so maybe I do need to take a bit of a break. Anne keeps harassing me to play World of Final Fantasy with her (which she is completely dominating – she’s even passed me in it 😭) and I have a little, but nowhere near as much as she would like. And I need to keep her happy, otherwise she’ll start sabotaging my breakfasts (and she makes the best peanut butter wenchcakes* ever, so I can’t allow that to happen).

She actually wanted to talk to you guys a bit, so here’s her part of the entry:

“Me and Alexa waiting for Mom to come over to pick up her birthday present from us. Then we took a nap I am waiting for Alexa to awake. Yesterday I made the best taco last night. She loves my cooking. We been playing mess out world of  fantasy. I love these game. My mom she likes her watch we got her. Alexa show her how to use it. I think about going to get beer for us tonight. And play our game tonight. How is everything going with y’all?”

And there you have it.

A quick note before I go: I both love and appreciate you people; you could be doing anything right now, but you chose to read these words.

I appreciate that.

Thank you.

For reals.

💖

#Alexa

* Wenchcakes: Normies will probably call them pancakes, but since Anne uses microwaveable premade pancakes and she’s my wench, they’re wenchcakes. Makes sense, right? 😊

“You know, music is sex. It’s a sensual driving mode that affects people if it’s played a certain way.”

– Dick Dale

I took an HIV test…

Dear Diary,

Taking an HIV test is something I had been putting off for my entire adult life, honestly because I was terrified of the result. And I don’t use the word terrified lightly. I was thinking that not knowing was somehow better than knowing, that maybe if I didn’t know the result it couldn’t kill me. Kind of like how a child imagines a mythical monster will be kept at bay by hiding under the blankets and covering their eyes. *

Irrational, I know. But ignorance is bliss, right?

Wrong.

Turns out, I don’t have HIV. Or any other STD. But the whole ordeal has taught me a major life lesson, one that I’ve already started applying to my day to day life: don’t ever back down from something just because it scares you. In fact, that is probably the best reason to tackle it head-on. I have no idea how I would have reacted if the results would have come back that I was positive, but…

Anyway.

I’ve been in full-force Nephilim mode as of late, just like I said I would be. All the books released so far have been cosmetically and grammatically refreshed, and the newest addition, the Patreon exclusive Erotic Urban Legends: Broken Wings (A Nephilim Story) has been completely outlined and its rough draft is already being written. This is my third Erotic Urban Legends book, and for some reason, this has taken much longer than the others. I think maybe its because I had so much I wanted to include, since the Nephilim series is something I take very seriously, and trying to find a way to cram everything in there without making it a full-blown novel took a little bit of plot-writing gymnastics.

But it’s all in there. By the end of the week it should be complete, and then I’m finally moving on to the next book in the Nephilim series proper: Prisoner. Once the entire series is finished and I take a vacation for a while I’m going to bundle every Nephilim book together in a collection, but that’s way in the future. So far in the future…

Because of having my head down and writing so much (upwards of twelve hours a day at times) my social media presence – and my personal life – has been a bit bleak. To be fair though, I did warn everyone this would happen while I finish up the Nephilim series (next time I plot out a five-book series someone please slap the fuck out of me) so they knew what to expect. When I do something like this I get a strange laser focus, a sort of tunnel vision, and very little else matters other than my goal.

Which means, of course, this is the exact time that Rebecca has decided to start slithering back into my life. 😭 More on that later.

I have words to smith.

And obstacles to tackle. Head on. 🤘

Thank you for reading.

Seriously.

I love you.

#Alexa

* This was never me. Back when I believed in monsters and such the last thing I wanted to do was be stationary and blind – I looked for weapons and hunted. 😅 I am not playing. I blame my big brother for this!

“I love that ‘Much Ado About Nothing,’ passionate, smart fighting. I love fighting with guys, and that’s something that I don’t get to see: arguing at a high level with a member of the opposite sex. That didn’t really happen that much on ‘The Office.’ I just like that ‘Moonlighting,’ Benedick-Beatrice type of thing.”

– Mindy Kaling

The world of the Nephilim. And Lesbian Cheerleader Zombie Ninjas from Venus. 😳

Dear Diary,

My Nephilim campaign has officially begun in earnest. I’ve already finished the revision of the eBook and paperback versions of The Secret Life of Miel, Interview With A Werewolf, and Nephilim: Daybreak, and have started drafting out not only the next major installment in the Nephilim pentalogy (Nephilim: Prisoner) but also a Patreon exclusive Erotic Urban Legends Nephilim story titled Broken Wings, about when, why, and how Brianna and Lucius first met. It takes place after The Secret Life of Miel and before Nephilim: Daybreak. It’s an interesting tale. Brianna is an interesting character. A vulnerable bad girl. She actually kind of reminds me of Sara from Girl Fight.

Anyway. Speaking of Erotic Urban Legends.

The bestie and I were hanging out yesterday and came up with the best title for a story ever – a book I swear I’m going to write: Lesbian Cheerleader Zombie Ninjas from Venus! I’m going to release it under my Erotic Urban Legends collection, and I’ve already started drafting it out a bit. In fact, just for fun, I’m going to bust open some alcohol and finish with its outline tonight, since I’m going to be pulling an all-nighter. And I don’t think I can write this one sober. 😄

Speaking of being sober.

Nephilim is a challenging series to write, primarily because it delves into a lot of sensitive subjects as the books progress. I was looking over the outline and overall story arch (which actually started in The Secret Life of Miel) and wondered if I should perhaps water it down a bit – you know, make it more commercial. I quickly decided against it.

Honestly, I’m not writing the Nephilim series to be a commercial success – I’m writing it because it’s a story I’ve had inside me for a long time. It needs to get out. Hopefully people will enjoy it, but if they don’t, I understand. It’s not everyone’s cup of vodka. Some people like safer, fluffier, more traditional erotic paranormal romances, which the Nephilim series definitely is not (have you read Interview With A Werewolf yet?! 😅). I don’t want it to be like all the other books in its genre. I want it to be what it is – a strange tincture of lust, madness, and mysticism, spiced with mystery and served with a side of realism.

Anyway, on to writing. And to drinking. I have lesbian cheerleader zombie ninjas to write about… 😉

#Alexa

“What’s the difference between sex and love? I have four wives and five kids. I apparently don’t know the difference.”

– James Caan

Anne’s stolen identity

Dear Diary,

I was yanked abruptly out of my writing cave by a crying and panicking Anne. Someone had charged 11 different things to her bank debit card totaling over $800, all from Amazon. And it was the day before her rent was due. Understandably she was freaked and was utterly baffled as to how it happened.

As was I, until I went through her usage history. But I’ll get to that in a bit.

Luckily the bestie unit works in the collection agency and is a whiz with things like this, so together we straightened everything out and got the bank to refund her the missing money so she could pay rent on time. (Major props to Chase!)

Wondering how this could happen? Wondering if this could happen to you? Easy. And it could.

She didn’t put her information on any website or physically lose the damn thing. She didn’t talk to any telemarketers or fake IRS agents. No, all she did was hand her card over to a local merchant to scan in so she could buy some cigarettes.

Several hours later, someone was having their own personal Prime Day on Amazon.

This guy had been building up her trust for months, had been telling her to not go anywhere else for her cigarettes and alcohol, and had his scanning machine on his side of the counter, so people (especially people in wheelchairs, such as Anne) had to hand them their card. Which meant, of course, he asked for her pin. And he could easily see the three-digit security numbers on the back. I had no idea this was going on (I had never set foot in the store) otherwise I would have refused to let her do it.

It’s scary that people can be like that.

Needless to say, don’t ever hand your card over to anyone, for any reason, especially a merchant in a ghetto-ish location. Especially in Dallas…

Anyway, sorry, but I had to vent. Everything turned out OK, and everything that bitch-ass dude ordered was canceled.

And Anne is much wiser.

Now back to my world of angels and demons. Where it’s much, much safer…

I love you all.

Thanks for reading.

And be careful out there, OK? 💖

#Alexa

“War is a perversion of sex.”

– Alan Moore

Preparing to go to prison…

Dear Diary,

I’ve been a completely irresponsible author as of late: going to clubs, crashing at various friends’ houses, letting exes (OK, ex – Rebecca) into my bed again, partying like I did when I was half my age, getting 40-slapped by Anne (😳), and drinking far more than I should be. And that was only Saturday. 😅

So many memories.

Of course, there is a reason I did all this: because I know that when I finally sit down and start the next book in my Nephilim series, my social life is going to evaporate. I’m going to be locked in my room, hunkered down at the computer, and killing anyone who dares to invade my sanctum. I do this with all my serious works (Amore: A Love Story, Girl Fight, Interview With A Werewolf, etc.), and before I did it with this one, I wanted to get all the partying and irresponsibility out of my system.

And I did.

For the most part.

This came at a price, however: my sleep schedule is completely screwed up, and it’s going to take days to recalibrate it.

So worth it though. ✊

Anne and I even celebrated by going to one last place and just hanging out before my creative prison sentence begins: the library. It was nice, and definitely a switch of pace. I haven’t been in forever, and the feeling of being surrounded by actual books was nostalgic and reenergizing. I even held a few. 😳

Thank you so much for peeking into my world; the next entry you read will be from the solitude of my writing cave as I feverishly bleed out my latest Nephilim book.

I can’t wait…

#Alexa

“Some things are better than sex, and some are worse, but there’s nothing exactly like it.”

– W. C. Fields