Storytime…

Dear Diary,

I have three things to write about this Diary entry: a writing progress report, a personal update, and a situation that embarrassed the living hell out of me.

I’ll start with the writing progress report: I’ve done tons of it. My main focus is still on Nephilim: Prisoner, the sequel to Nephilim: Daybreak, though I’m also fluttering through two other projects during my downtime: Erotic Urban Legends: The Casting Couch (a story featuring one of my favorite Naughty Cheerleader’s as the main character: Shae, the quiet redhead. Such an awesome story so far) and The Wencher: Blood & Sacrifice. So much fun!

On a personal update front, I’ve been spending a lot more time with my brother lately, making sure I keep Anne by my side. I’ve even (albeit slowly) started having friends over… it’s been nice to take a break from writing, and the pandemic, and just let loose and live a little. I’m an incredibly happy little loli. 😊

Now about the situation that embarrassed the hell out of me. So. Anne and I bought a vibrator because I figured it was time for another sex toy review on Patreon. IT IS SO AWESOME. Anyway, I was actually in the middle of, ah, ‘using it’ when my brother came over, and I barely had time to get dressed and toss it on the bed. Anyway, he came in, gave me his typical massive bear hug, and went to give Anne a hug too when he spotted the vibrator. He said something to the extent of ‘oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to get one of these,’ and proceeded to use it to massage his left calf (he had, apparently, pulled a muscle working out). He said it was a great massager and wanted to know where I got it.

The entire time he was massaging his leg, Anne was barely keeping it together, enjoying the shit out of the situation just a little too much, while I was trying hard to not pass out from embarrassment.

Anyway, I told him to save his money because the ‘massager’ was mine, and he asked if I could use it on his leg before we went to bed that night.

So, long story short, he has a new personal favorite ‘massager.’ 😶😭

When he ended up leaving, Anne looked at me and just exploded in laughter.

I’m still blushing. And dreading the moment he asks me to massage his calf.

Like I said. Three things.

I hate my life sometimes. 😂

I love you all.

Stay safe!

#Alexa

 

💡 The More You Know 💡

In 1968, a convention of beggars in Dacca, India, passed a resolution demanding that “the minimum amount of alms be fixed at 15 paisa (three cents).” The convention also demanded that the interval between when a person hears a knock at his front door and when he offers alms should not exceed 45 seconds.

 

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Blue. Waffles. 😳

Dear Diary,

As lovely as it was yesterday to relax and unwind, it felt so good to jump back into my routine and start writing again. Well, I didn’t exactly fall back into my routine – I woke up shortly after 4AM and started everything early just because I was so anxious to let loose with all this pent-up creativity.

And boy did I.

I spent over four hours outlining Voyeur: Season 1 Episode 5, almost finishing it. I would have completed it if I didn’t have to go back over the previous episodes in the series to refamiliarize myself with everything. Luckily, I kept detailed notes, so everything came back to me relatively quickly. Going over the previous episodes made me realize that I’m going to have to edit and re-release them, however, as they are peppered with little grammatical errors that somehow, I missed the first time around.

When I finally reprogrammed myself for the Voyeur series, I sat down and started outlining everything for episode 5 and even season two’s first episode and was amazed at how fast the clock started counting down. It kind of pissed me off. 😅

My mood was lightened considerably throughout the day though, especially when an old high school friend and I started going back and forth on Facebook Messenger trying to gross each other out. I ended the competition a little while ago by introducing her to blue waffles. #Winning 😄

Our banter helped me knock out the rest of my tasks, like making the requested changes to the newly revised paperback version of When Daddy Was Away (which they’ll hopefully accept tomorrow), and finally starting the transformation process of making Interview With A Werewolf an eBook. Which should also be done by tomorrow. 🙌

Tomorrow cannot get here fast enough!

I think I’m going to sign off now and finish reading my current book, Daddy, I’m Sorry, which is a bizarre story with several twists I didn’t expect. Which is rare for a voracious reader such as myself. It’s a pleasant change.

Until tomorrow loves.

Stay happy. 😊

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

Thailand is the world leader in women cutting off their husbands’ penises.