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The entire theme of my day has to be fuck Amazon. It seems like every spare second of my day has been taken up going back and forth with them over the motherfucking cover for the paperback version of Good Girls Gone Bad, which they swear is either 1) too small or 2) too big. No matter how I resize it or how correct it looks in their previewer, they keep alternating their complaints.

It’s genuinely fucking ridiculous. I should have just left it the way it was.

What’s even more maddening is no matter what I say to them, they just send form letter after form letter, like it’s some kind of automated machine cranking out responses with little to no human interaction. Now that I think about it, that might actually be the case, especially considering the news story that came across my feed this morning about Amazon customers saying they’ve been mysteriously locked out of their accounts — and they have no idea why.

Not that Facebook seems to be doing much better.

But I digress.

Even though I am (at this writing) still going back and forth with Amazon and my bestie is determined to distract me by sending provocative pics of herself while she’s at work (which I almost reposted just to fuck with her), I did manage to completely finish the rough draft of Naughty Professor (you can read it here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/naughty...) and almost complete the revision of When Daddy Was Away. I even managed to dabble a bit in the revised version of Nephilim: Daybreak. It was a good, productive day, Amazon and bestie noods notwithstanding.

Now. To drink or not to drink. That is the motherfucking question…

Liver: Not to drink.
Me: What the fuck? Since when did you start talking?
Liver: Drinking is harmful to your health. What’s the point of all that working out if you’re just going to drink?
Me: Bitch shut up. I let you make it these past couple weeks; you have it coming. Besides, you know I’m trying to write a Diary entry here, right? We can hash this out later.
Liver: I’ll send your noods.
Me: Motherfucker, if I get drunk enough, I’ll send my own noods. And maybe even my vidz.
Liver: …
Me: That’s what I thought. Checkmate, bitch. ✊

#Alexa

I had no idea how tightly I was wound up until I took the day off and was practically forced to unwind. Just relaxing alone was amazing, but spending the majority of the day with Rebecca made it so much better. It was like I exhaled a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

I definitely need to take days off more often, at least a few times a month.

To be honest, though, it wasn’t pretty at first. 😅 I kept trying to sneak in work things, and Anne kept getting on my case as a result. This happened for over an hour. I finally just gave up and tried to enjoy myself and not think about anything work-related. I really started to twitch when I received an email from Amazon saying I need to correct like four different things for the paperback version of When Daddy Was Away before they can approve it for sale. Anne practically had to tackle me away from the computer. 😆

I’m so glad she did. I only did two responsible things today: go grocery shopping with Anne to get her place stocked back up, and not slap the shit out of our cashier, who had the most epic resting bitch face I have ever seen. I should have taken a picture of it for this entry. Is that against the law I wonder? 🤔 If I find out it isn’t motherfuckers are going to be in trouble. 😁

Anyway, Anne rented Pitch Perfect 3 from Redbox and is bouncing around behind me waiting to watch it, so I’ll end this entry here.

Before I go: learn from my mistakes. No matter how passionate you are about something, or how many things you absolutely have to do, just drop everything sometimes and spend some time with someone you care about. You won’t regret it. Either will they. Whatever it is you were doing or have to do will still be there waiting. Can you say the same thing about your loved ones?

I went to bed last night and was so restless that I probably resembled a fidget spinner as I twirled around on my bed, flipping through position after position trying to get comfortable. I was all over that motherfucker. Luckily, I was in bed alone. Otherwise, someone would have ended up on the floor. 😅 It was obvious to me after an hour that I wasn’t going to be able to go to sleep, so I decided to be productive and use my insomnia to my advantage.

So, I slithered my naked ass (naked comment inserted exclusively for Selina 😏) over to the computer, briefly browsed through my task list for the day, and then proceeded to merc the shit out of everything on it. Long story short? By 6AM, everything I had planned to do throughout the day was complete.

Highlights: I finished flushing out my account on LibraryThing, completed the rough draft of Voyeur: Season 1 Episode 5 (Though honestly, I’m not happy with it yet. But then, it is a rough draft.), finally triumphed over Amazon in the battle over the paperback cover of When Daddy Was Away, and completely finished and compiled Interview With A Werewolf, which will be released September 1st (Unless you happen to be Ronnie, the VIP Patreon who requested the story. He has it in his hands now. 😜)

And then fielded an interesting question that gave me a bit of a pause on Facebook. A reader messaged me telling me she was a fan of mine (I really hate that word) and was shocked when I responded and even talked to her for a bit. She said she had written to other celebrities in the past (I quickly corrected her. I am not a celebrity! 😅) and never received a response from any of them.

The question she asked me was why I was so receptive and responsive to people.

My knee-jerk answer was something akin to “Why wouldn’t I be?” but I stopped and decided to think a bit deeper before I responded. After contemplating for a bit, I replied:

“Because we have a society built on idolization, and it shouldn’t be. We’re all humans. Celebrity is a man-made concept, and as such has little intrinsic value. Basically, I’m approachable because I truly believe that I’m no one special – I’m just someone who loves to write. Period. The last thing I want is someone looking up to me or turning me into some sort of metahuman. Be your own role-model. If I’m not part of the solution, I’m indubitably part of the problem, ya know? 😊”

She apparently liked my answer. I’m glad. It was the truth.

Anyway, I’m going to bed early, loves.

I’ll see all of you in the morning.

Thank you for reading. 💖