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Anne is hostile at the moment. I spent almost all day at the dentist with her because we got tired of waiting for word back from the first place we went to, only to be told that she has something like three dozen things wrong with her mouth that need to be fixed.

She is in for so much pain.

My heart goes out to her.

To make matters worse, I keep harassing her by asking what dat mouf do, and she is about ready to kill me. 😅

She’s not the only one in agony, however: I was only able to write for a few hours today! I didn’t even get to finish Naughty Professor yet, and I was almost positive I would be able to at least pull that off. I did manage to do a few things before we had to go, however, such as talking with several narrators about the audiobook version of Good Girls Gone Bad and getting a good chunk of work done on the revised versions of When Daddy Was Away and Nephilim: Daybreak (in preparation for continuing the series).

Oh, and a note: while the paperback version of Good Girls Gone Bad is finished and available for purchase, please don’t buy it until the changes I fixed go into play tomorrow. I want it perfect for you guys, and the description and cover art are a bit off. I changed it already, but the changes won’t actually go live until tomorrow, so…

Anyway, I’m going to read for a bit and then fling myself in the shower. In case your curious, my current book is Katie’s Story, a really fucked up tale of child sex abuse that makes me hostile to read. And brings up a lot of memories…

Anyway, goodnight for now, loves.

Thank you for reading.

Seriously.

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

Dear Diary,

So, I have some good news, some bad news, and some kinky news.

Da Good News
· I didn’t wake up with a hangover. 🙌
· Amazon must have read my Diary entry last night because roughly 15 minutes after I published it they accepted the paperback edition of Good Girls Gone Bad. If you just can’t wait until the eBook version comes out on July 1st, you can buy the paperback version here: https://buff.ly/2qeJxMg.
· My new revision of When Daddy Was Away, which includes a new cover, tons of grammatical corrections and an updated aesthetic can be bought here: https://buff.ly/2GEktsd. For those of you who already purchased the book, you should be able to go into your Kindle and get the updated version for free. At least that’s what Amazon tells me. I Note that the paperback and audiobook cover and content are still the same; this will be changed Monday. I’m not doing shit this weekend work-wise. Refuse. Which leads me to…


Da Bad News
· I have been feeling utterly lethargic all day, and I have no idea why. I wanted to get some writing done, but my energy is just Maybe I just need to chill and be lazy for a few days.
· My big brother has been in a foul mood all day, and he refuses to tell me why. I even tried spider monkeying him. Didn’t work. That almost always works. See, I just latch onto him and refuse to get off until he spills the beans. Motherfuckers so massive I think he just forgets I’m there sometimes (😅) but eventually he always gives in. But not today. He’s just been loafing around, not saying much, watching TV – which is really weird for him. I tried contacting his girlfriend, but she won’t answer my messages. Something’s going on…
· My ovaries hurt. 😳 Well, metaphorically. I don’t know why, but everything has been making me think of babies lately. Like, not just babies, but having a baby. I would be the world’s worst mother though as emotional and mentally unstable as I am. Which, strangely enough, kind of segways into…


Da Kinky News
· Yeah, so I posted some pictures last night that maybe I shouldn’t have on Twitter and other social media accounts. And to be honest, I’m not sorry. Don’t be shocked. You knew who I was when you met me. 😅
· So did Rebecca (the girlfriend unit). I woke up this morning to a message from her asking if I had fun last night. See, I’m a girl, so (spoiler alert) I know this is a trick question – there is no real right answer to it. So, I did what anyone in my situation probably would have done: I lied like a rug. I told her that (taking a deep breath) I was just drinking because I had so much on my mind this past week, and how I missed her so much because she’s been working so many hours leaving me with no one to really talk to and open up with and that instead of going out and trying to have fun I stayed in with Anne and drank instead because I didn’t want to do anything foolish.
· I could practically hear the pussy points* racking up as the conversation went on.
· She bought it (and no, she doesn’t read my diary, so I’m not self-snitching), and even felt sorry for me.
· This is how you talk your way out of the doghouse, motherfuckers. Go buy one of my books as thanks. 😅 http://alexanichols.com/books/.

Oh, and just so you know, I posted an interesting article on Patreon today: “My first job, and how it made me the author I am today…”. You can read it here: https://buff.ly/2Jty8Ab. Go give it a look.

And.

I am so excited.

Tomorrow is the big day.

Why is it a big day, and what’s going to happen?

Tune in tomorrow to find out…

😉

* Pussy Points: An intangible medium of exchange frequently traded for various acts of sexual congress.

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?

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. 😊

I hopped out of bed this morning at the usual time, went through my regular daily routine, trekked to Anne’s, set up my laptop and peripherals, turned the lights down, slipped on my headphones…

And then took them off and looked back at Anne with a blank expression and announced that, for some reason, I just wasn’t feeling it today.

And I wasn’t.

There was not an ounce of creativity in me, and I have no idea why. It wasn’t like I was in some sort of existential author mindset or anything, I just had nothing in me creatively to work with. It was bizarre.

So, I got in bed with Anne and watched some TV with her, and we both fell asleep. I then proceeded to have nightmare after nightmare – something I usually don’t have.

It’s just been an odd day all around. Not bad. Just bizarre.

I did go back to the computer later on in the day and manage to get a few author tasks done (I’ll finish the rest this weekend), including completing the outline for Voyeur: Season 1 Episode 5, going back and forth with Amazon over the paperback version of When Daddy Was Away (I managed to knock out one of their three complaints), and finding out that the audiobook cover change for When Daddy Was Away was finally changed over to the new version.

Now about my panties.

They dropped unexpectedly last night (True story. I almost tripped.) when I became aware of a certain review left for one of my novels, Taken, which has yet to go live on Amazon but should soon. Here it is in its entirety (if you want to read it via his post, you can find it here: https://buff.ly/2vhYuSU)

This is the most blisteringly intense story ever… for the first time in my life I needed to take a break in the middle of a book.

If you superficially think that this is about a kidnap and gang rape – you are so wrong. The mind behind this story obviously has an extremely deep knowledge about human psyche and primal instincts and how they rule from the deep, the logical conscious mind we use everyday.

Just like author’s other stories this one smashes the norms of civilization into pieces and tears down the borders of imagination; questions everything you believe and trust – from religious faith to the “strong and independent woman” concept – which is pretty fashionable lately. Puts the reader face to face with the cold harsh reality of the domination of pure raw physical strength and how an average person could be helpless against it.

The moment when main female protagonist let her self completely go will make you question yourself about almost any rule of moral you have – and everything you believe about your physical and mental faculties.

This tale dragged me into it viciously and completely filled my mind with it atmosphere. To do such thing it usually takes a huge production team from writer, vfx artists, actors to directors and haunting musical scores. This author, Alexa Nichols achieved the same affect on me just by herself using words.

Mindblowing…

See, reviews like this just let me know that I’m doing the right thing by being a writer. I mean, I know I’m not the best there is, and I know I have a weird writing style compared to more traditional authors out there (emotional and concise – admittedly this is by design, however, not mental defect), but that I’m getting reviews like these – well thought out, articulated, and passionate – just make me all fuzzy inside.

And so many of you leave them! 😳

My eyes are legit watering right now.

I’m getting all emotional.

I need to stop writing this entry.

Especially since Anne is presently leaning her entire body over me watching me write this, thinking she can pressure me into quitting just because she rented Justice League from Redbox and then got junk food to go with it.

I can still write with her on me. And I don’t need junk food.

Iron will.

(Notices she got me a bag of mini Twix. And extra buttered popcorn.)

…

Enjoy your weekend, loves! 💖

I dived out of bed seconds after waking up, ass naked, and ran out my bedroom door. I knew (hoped 😳) my brother was at work already, and for some reason, that motherfucker didn’t wake me up this morning like he usually does. Of course, this wouldn’t normally be a problem, but I forgot to set my alarm clock last night and had a slew of things to do, so sleeping in was the worst possible thing that could have happened.

But you know me. I’m rabidly focused when push comes to shove. I do my best work, become my most productive, when my back is against the wall.

So, after almost burning my left titty on a cup of coffee, I swan-dived into my task list, writing on Voyeur: Season 1 Episode 5 for over four hours (I’m on Act V, the last Act of the book!), tore through my tasks, wrestled with Amazon (still) over the cover of the paperback version of When Daddy Was Away, and even woman-handled some surprise complications that erupted along the way. Oh, and I socialized with quite a few of you on Twitter and Tumblr.

In short: I had a blast. And I even managed to do most of the things I needed to. My day could best be described as a beautiful disaster, with the emphasis on beautiful. I still have things to do, but I’ll knock those out immediately after this entry.

And then I plan on soaking in a hot bath and reading my latest manga, Virgin na Kankei.

What are you guys reading? Seriously, let me know!

(Just so you guys know, I’m going to work on keeping my entries short, because I know the last thing you want to do is read a long, multi-chaptered post. So, I’ll work on condensing everything into a handful of short paragraphs. You’re welcome. 😊)

As always, thanks for reading.

I love you all.

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. 💖