Why I almost slapped the shit out of my Uber driver…

Dear Diary,

Yeah, so I almost slapped the shit out of my Uber driver the other day. My trip started out innocently enough: I was picked up by an older lady after Anne and I went grocery shopping, and we started immediately chatting up a storm. She had just been laid off from her job and decided to do Uber full time, and I shared that I downgraded to a part-time job and that I write more or less full time.

She responded with: “Yeah, writing’s easy. That’s a good choice.”

You should have seen how my eyes widened and how my pimp-hand started twitching. I mean, is that what non-writer-types really think? That writing is easy? That we just sit down at our keyboards and start slapping out verbiage, then publish it and churn out another one?

Have they never tried to actually do this shit?

Writing is not easy. Not if you really care about your craft. I mean, yeah, if I were just putting out low-brow smut maybe it would be, but I put way more work into my stories than that. I meticulously outline, research, put it through a handful of revisions, give it to my Beta Reader Hit Squad, and then throw it at my editor and hope she doesn’t brutalize it too much.

For every. Single. Story. Even Quickies.

Other writers have even more grueling processes from what I hear…

Anyway.

Lately, my life has been dominated by Nephilim: Prisoner, though on the weekends I’ve been working on the next Killer Lolis book, Hunt for the Lolistone. Just for fun. Have to find something to do since my girlfriend unit seems to be too busy to be an actual girlfriend. It’s interesting how the tables have turned: back in the day I was the one who was so busy I barely had time for her, and now…

I guess I just need to keep a positive frame of mind, because otherwise I’ll get all emo and my writing will suffer. Maybe I just need to go back to the way I used to be, completely immersing myself in my craft and basically mentally hermiting myself away from the real world. I got so much done back then.

Anyway.

Back to Jazmyn, Lucius, and the rest of the gang in the Nephilimverse.

As always, thank you for reading my Diary.

Even if it was a little emo.

I love you all. 😔

#Alexa

“My boyfriend and I live together, which means we don’t have sex – ever. Now that the milk is free, we’ve both become lactose intolerant.”

– Margaret Cho

Laying around. And Anne’s fake left boobie. 😳

Dear Diary,

I’m sorry. I am a horrible Diary keeper. I know I haven’t written in you in a while, most precious Diary, but I have an excellent reason for it: I’ve been writing! Just not in you. 😅 I’ve mainly been writing the sequel to Nephilim: Daybreak, and while it’s been a blast, I’ve kind of let my socializing slip. OK, kind of is a bit of an understatement. I’ve completely let my socializing slip, not only online but in the real world as well. I’m not sorry for this, of course, as the verbiage has been incredible (over the halfway mark, y’all!) but some of my online homies/homiettas have taken this a bit personally. And they shouldn’t. I’m a creative-type, and when I’m creating I’m the happiest, and don’t you motherfuckers want me happy? Don’t you?! 😳

Not that all my time has been spent writing, of course. I’ve also been enjoying the holidays and trying to console my bank account over Christmas present shopping. And, as always, spending time with Anne, time which we’ve primarily spent on Hulu catching up with episodes of Empire, One Tree Hill, and (against my will) Ghost Whisperer. Oh, and Law & Order SVU. And American Horror Story on Netflix. I swear I’ve watched more television hanging out with Anne than I have in my entire life combined! It’s a bonding thing for us, I guess. I love it.

Kind of like Anne’s fake left boobie. I love that sucker. So siliconey and pliant… I don’t know exactly when it started, but I commented a long time ago that her left boob looked more prominent than her right boob, and rationalized the reason to be, you know, silicone. So now on a daily basis I find a reason to slip Anne’s fake left boobie into our conversation. She hates it. See what being friends with me entails? See what kind of horror these poor suckers go through?! 😅

Anyway, back to the writing board for me. I’m obsessed with finishing this Nephilim story, and I can’t wait to get it to my Patreon peeps (and the rest of you guys later in the year). I’ll be leaking information about it as time goes on, including character sketches and a companion book. Etcetera.

God, I love being an author…

#Alexa

“I remained Ryan’s companion on the Hollywood party circuit, growing inured to sex and drugs before I was in my teens.”

– Tatum O’Neal