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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Pimping ain’t easy

Dear Diary,

Pimping ain’t easy, let me tell you. That’s kind of how I feel about the author game sometimes, especially on days like today where I seem to be knocking out an innumerable amount of non-writing author tasks. (Like replacing all the pictures in my Patreon tiers with anime chicks! 😅 I blame Selina. Seriously. It’s all her fault.) I just want to write! It’s like I’m more of a pimpstress than an author, and these responsibilities are cock-blocking my writing progress. There is so much behind the scenes work that goes on with being an independent, self-published word-slinger that it can be overwhelming at times, even for someone like me who practically breathes this shit.

If it wasn’t for my readers, my beloved Alexaliens®, I swear I would go batshit crazy. You guys make all this worth it, and make me continually strive to become a better, more versatile author. Which, of course, translates directly into sales.

It’s really a beautiful ecosystem.

As Natalie (my assistant/brother’s concubine) often tells me, “Give love, get love.”

But it’s more than that. I make my living doing this, and though I write erotica, I write in other genres too, and the lessons I learn from so many of you I carry over to my pen names in other genres as well.

I think my favorite rapper Tupac said what I’m trying to say best in his song Starin’ Through My Rear View:

“The world, the world is behind us

Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game

and what the levels and the rules of the game is

then the world ain’t no trick no more

the world is a game to be played

so now we lookin’ at the world, from like, behind us

niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it

it’s all about the papers, money rule the world

bitches make the world go round

real niggaz do what they wanna do

bitch niggaz do what they can.”

True dat, Pac, true dat. 😍

I basically said all that to say this: I love you all. And I really mean it when I write that. I love you guys. I feel like I have a relationship with each of you, each different than the next, each delightful and fulfilling in its own unique way.

I know I have haters, but because of you guys, their voices are drowned out in a sea of love. You guys are like a protective wall, and something like that is invaluable, especially for someone like me. You have no idea.

Anyway, I better go. I have more words to smith. Thank you for reading.

Please don’t stop. 😊

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

Avocado is the Aztec word for testicle. In Aztec culture, avocados were considered sexually powerful and were restricted for virgins.