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Alexa: Vampire Wench

If you guys only knew how thrown off my sleep schedule has been this past week. I’m become a bit like a vampire, sleeping during the day when I should be working and working at night when I should be sleeping. I blame Anne for this, because every time I come over to hang out with her she always makes me lay down and relax. Next thing I know she’s rubbing my back while I try and work from my phone, and then I wake up in a pool of slobber several hours later.

Repeat almost every day these past seven days. 😅

Not that I haven’t been getting any writing or author work done, of course – now that I have my health back, I’ve been a beast of productivity, finishing the new Erotic Urban Legends story (The Patchwork Girl) my Patreon members will get exclusively on the first, revamping a series by a pen name that I’m super-excited about re-releasing, and of course sifting through all my notes on the Nephilim series so I can finally get started on Nephilim: Prisoner. I’ve been toying with cranking out another Voyeur episode (I fucking love that series) but I can’t let myself get sidetracked too much, else the Nephilim series will never get finished. 😒

I’m also drafting out a sex advice column, but I’m not sure how I’m going to handle that yet. I’ll keep you guys updated.

Also, my weekly Patreon Sunday chats are going to start being themed, with the first topic being Sex Horror Stories. 😅 I can’t wait.

See? Busy. Me. Love it.

Oh, and just so you guys know: Anne does not like her breasts being petted. I have no idea why. Some chicks are just weird.

Anyway, I’ll talk to you guys again soon.

Thank you for reading.

Seriously. ❤

The ghost in my room, and why my brother is an asshole…

Dear Diary,

So my writing station is haunted. I sat down to write this morning (the next Erotic Urban Legend story exclusively for my Patreon peeps, The Patchwork Girl), and I casually thought how warm it was. Half a second later the small desk fan that I have beside me turned on. 😳 Not joking. Anne freaked out; I shrugged. See, she’s scared by things like ghosts, while I, well… I don’t really believe in them in a Casper kind of way, but I do believe we all have energy, an essence, that doesn’t just vanish when we die. What form or sentience said energy takes when we pass is something I don’t attempt to even guess at. Much like religion, I’m blissfully ignorant. I also like to fuck with Anne, so I thanked the ghost out loud for “looking out” and high-fived the air, then started writing.

She was not amused.

I ended up knocking out the entire rough draft (no small feat) but flew way over my word count goal of 2,500 words. It’s almost at 5,000. Fuck it. Those motherfuckers deserve a longer story for putting up with my bougie ass. 😅

Now on to why my big brother is an asshole.

We threw him a birthday party a few days ago as some of you know, and I went all out trying to get everything perfect. I coordinated everyone’s gifts (keeping them low-priced like he demanded), made sure they were the kinds of things I knew he wanted/needed in his life. And at first, everything went perfectly.

But then he flipped the script.

He apparently bought me, Anne, and his ex-girlfriend expensive ass gifts, gifts that were way more expensive and thoughtful than we bought him (because he forbade us to spend too much money!), and gave them to us after the party. And each one of the gifts was ridiculously awesome. So the motherfucker one-upped us. Me. ME. And you know why he gave us said gifts? I quote: “You guys are the most important people in my life; my birthday is the best day to celebrate people like you. Because you make my life worth living.”

I swear if he weren’t my brother my panties would have dropped right then and there. 😅 Here’s what he ended up getting us:



* His exes gift: A motherfucking ring. With Diamonds. She ended up spending the night… 🤔
* Anne’s Gift: Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Complete Edition for her PS4, a game she has been lusting after forever. A game I’ve had on my computer via Steam and never once opened. She has yet to stop playing it.
* My Gift: AllCall W1 Bluetooth SmartWatch. 😳 Ever since Fitbit bought out Pebble and my Pebble Time Steel turned into a paperweight, I’ve been depressed. Especially with the missing voice functionality. My big brother knew this, and researched smartwatches. And this motherfucking watch here…just go check it out. Fucking amazing. I even joined a Google Plus group for it, ©Round Android Smartwatches, and started being an active member. It’s an amazing group, and they create some seriously cool watch faces. I have like 50 loaded on my watch right now. 😅 Websites like Watch Face UP don’t help…


Of course, I haven’t let my new watch stop me (completely) from writing. I finally managed to get Memoirs of a Nymphomaniac’s paperback version through Amazon’s draconian system, which took a lot longer than I thought it would, and a few other books by various pen names as well.

I also wrote Patreon about posting noods to my page for subscribers; I’m in talks with them now, but so far, it’s looking good. I’ll keep you motherfuckers updated.

Now a side note.

Some of you may have been wondering why I’m not writing my Diary entries every day like I used to. Well, when I was on Death’s door, I did a lot of thinking on the way I was managing my time. The conclusion I came to: quality, not quantity. I would rather do a really good post every few days than a bunch of mediocre ones. I like it so far. What do you guys think?

Before I go, I’m going to let you see some excellent questions that have floated my way these past few days, and my answers to them. You know, to kind of give you an insight into my twisted, maniacal mind. Here they be:



By the way, how did you get the idea to write these pieces of literary Art? ^-^

So flattering. Love it. Honestly, there is no real road or method – things just pop into my head at the strangest times. I can see something and my mind will just run rampant, or hear something that will spark an imaginative tango. A lot of times in the shower/bath things will just slide into my conscious unbidden, so I’ll mentally keep repeating these ideas until I get out and then quickly write them down. This happens almost every day. 😅



I write mainly for fun and to get things out of my head. My dream would be to supplement my retirement with income from writing full time. What finally inspired you to take the plunge? I’m happily envious of you.:)

Good question! The things that inspired me to take the plunge are 1) my passion for writing, and 2) the backlog of story ideas said passion was creating. They just kept piling up. One day I went through my computer, sifting through all the rough drafts and (in some cases) nearly finished stories and it dawned on me that I would never live long enough to tell all these tales that mean so much to me.

That’s what did it. I knew that before I died, I had to give birth to my babies.

So I put my head down, researched my little ass off about the business end of everything, figured out how to intelligently schedule my day, and went at it – fine-tuning every element of the process as I went. Something I’m still doing.

💖



As always, thank you for reading.

Seriously.

I’m baaack…

It feels so good to be back, motherfuckers! 🤗 God this has been a long, painful, educational few weeks. I’ve been staying away from social media for the most part because I’ve just been feeling icky, and I don’t like doing anything half-hearted, so I figured it was better to heal completely and hit everything full-force than weakly limp into the fray.

Not that I’m entirely 100%, but I’m not far from it. The only thing wrong with me is the right side of my face still not moving – otherwise, I’m perfect. Which is why I started working at around 11:30 PM last night. Well, that and Anne couldn’t sleep, and I’d slept so much during the day (healing) that either could I.

See, I had a brief migraine relapse, but this time I attacked it head-on: lights off, sleep, hours of whining, and medicine. It was gone several hours later. 🤘

When I finally gave up on sleep I hit the ground running: wrote a stunning amount of verbiage (remember that domestic violence book I was writing? Done.), hired several narrators for a handful of upcoming audiobooks, mailed off some autographed books for Patreon members, did a ridiculous amount of grocery shopping (it was so hot outside Anne started cussing me out in chicken! 😅), ironed out the last few details of my big brother’s birthday party with his ex (long story), and started using this app/website MyNetDiary to monitor my health. I’m on the trial version right now, but I may subscribe to the monthly version if it proves really useful. I also plan on going to the doctor soon for a follow-up just to make sure everything is working the way it should; I’ll let you guys know how that goes.

For now, though, I have to run – it’s my big brothers birthday, so I have some mischief to manage.

As always, thank you for reading.

I appreciate it.

All over the place…

I’m gradually feeling better. My energy is slowly coming back, my focus is sharpening, and my motivation is starting to resemble what it was before Death tried to snuff me out. Hell, I even survived the Thanos purge on Reddit, so things are definitely starting to look up.

From a work perspective, however, things have been absolutely insane. I knew I had a ridiculous amount of tasks piled up since I was out for a week, but I had no idea how long it would take to actually process them. I went through over 800 emails, around three dozen tasks, started a fight with Amazon over rejecting the paperback (and later the already published eBook) of one of my pen names, and managed to crank out the October preorder of Memoirs of a Nymphomaniac – and finish its paperback to boot. Its audiobook version is still a ways off, but its coming.

God, even typing all that out is exhausting. 😅

The good news: everything is finally caught up! I am officially back on schedule. Now I just need to find a way to not only keep up the pace but give myself time to heal. It’s a delicate balancing act considering how I still feel, but completely worth it.

Always worth it.

Before I go, I want to give a huge shout-out to my newest Patron, David Parrish! Thank you so much for supporting me. It means more than you know.

As do all of you.

I love you.

Thanks for reading.

I’m back. Kind of. 😊

Disclaimer: I am not 100%. I’m not even halfway to 100%. Half my face is immovable (Bell’s Palsy), my right eye looks like it came straight out of Satan’s head, I still have one of my two ear infections, my gums are finally starting to heal, and I have to take frequent breaks when I’m doing things because my energy is almost non-existent.

Not that I’m letting any of that stop me, of course.

I’ve been out of things for a little over a week, and I just can’t do it anymore. Creatively I was starting to feel like I was going to burst, and as I watched all the tasks (both author and personal) pile up, I was slowly being driven insane. See, I am not a procrastinator. I start getting nervous twitches whenever I think I may not get everything done by the end of the day.

I’m very driven, yes, and that’s probably why I had to take a brief break to begin with: I kept ignoring the signs my body was trying to give me. I thought I could push myself just a bit further, get just one more story done. Repeat. Those things begin to add up. In my case, they nearly killed me.

I learned my lesson. I really did. This was a big wake-up call concerning my work-ethic, and to a greater degree my health. It all boils down to more writing, less socializing, and more focusing on quality and not quantity.

Because writing is my life. No, not just erotica, although that is definitely fun to write. Writing. All genres. On my Patreon it says, “Alexa Nichols is creating romance, fantasy, sci-fi, dystopian, horror, and erotic novels,” and it’s not lying. I write all of that. All the time. And my mind continually crafts stories I put on the back burner concerning them. Why do I have so many stories written and unpublished? Because I write like a fiend. I have a passion for my work, my Art. Even if I didn’t sell a single eBook, audiobook, or paperback, I would still do this just as fervently as I do now.

Because I can’t help it.

I will be writing until the day I die.

Hopefully, you have something you feel just as passionate about, something that keeps you sane and warm and stable when the rest of the world seems to constantly try and do the opposite. Something that’s not only a part of you, but bigger than you.

If you don’t, why not? 🤔

It’s time for a vacation…

This has been a rough first of the month. Like, way rougher than normal. I feel horrible, and my energy level has been so low that everything seemed like a long, laborious chore. Which is nothing like how it usually is. I usually attack my tasks like a game of Fruit Ninja, slicing them up one after another and seeing how quickly I can get everything done. Work ethic, you know? But today…

So I decided it was time to take a one-week vacation. Meaning I’ll be back in everyone’s faces next Monday (well, Sunday for my Patreon motherfuckers during our hour-long powwow). It just makes sense. Physically and mentally I need it; I need to heal, I need to get my mind cleaned out and refocused, and I definitely need to spend some time with my big brother unit and Anne’s ass. You know, the people I tend to neglect most of the time because of how busy I am. My release schedule is good until the year 2020 (even my pen names are looking good), so I can definitely afford to.

In related news, Good Girls Gone Bad is officially released! Right now it’s in eBook and paperback format, with the audiobook currently in production. If you don’t already have the three stories it contains (Amore: A Love Story, Girl Fight, and Killer Lolis) this is the perfect time to get them cheaper than you could individually.

I love those stories…

Anyway, me and Anne’s butt went to go see Deadpool 2, and I absolutely loved it. If you haven’t seen it yet and you even marginally liked the first, you’ll love this. Highly recommended. Deadpool is my spirit animal.

Until next Monday, my loves.

I’ll miss you guys…

The gravitational pull of Anne’s ass and the calm before the storm

I think Anne’s ass fractured my hand. Here’s how it went down: we woke up this morning and as she was getting out of bed the gravitational pull of her ass forced my hand to whip out and smack it. Now keep in mind she sleeps naked, so there were no clothes to soften the blow. It was brutal; it could have been career-ending. 😳

And then she had the audacity to turn around and blame me, like it was my fault or something. Some people have no sympathy – or understanding of science. It’s amazing I’m even able to write this entry. She’s out getting alcohol for me as I write this to try and ease the pain.

Of course, getting drunk might not be the smartest thing to do considering tomorrow is the first of the month, and I have about several dozen tasks that will be due. But whatever. Tomorrow will deal with itself, right?

Before I go: Facebook has apparently been on a censoring rampage with my Diary entries all of a sudden, so if you comment on anything there, I may or may not see it. Also, my web dude fixed the issues with the comments box, so you should be able to leave comments without an error. If any of you are still having problems, please let me know. Finally, tomorrow is the day Good Girls Gone Bad launches, so don’t forget to grab yourself a copy. I would appreciate it. 😊

I hope all of you are enjoying your weekend so far.

Time to go get drunk! 🍻

An emo entry. A horny entry.

Is it possible to be just friends with someone that you’re sexually attracted to? That’s the thought that has been dominating my mind most of the day, triggered by Rebecca contacting me this morning with an uncharacteristically sweet and slightly kinky message. And picture. 😳

It threw me off my game a bit, I admit.

It’s a lot harder being single than I thought it would be, especially when it comes to things of a more carnal nature. I mean, I could easily get that itch scratched, but

I’m not promiscuous, and
All the diseases floating around out there have me scared as hell.
Maybe I should start thinking about a friends with benefits type of situation. I have male friends, and I’m reasonably confident that they would bone…but most of my bonable male friends are already taken, and I refuse to be a catalyst for cheating.

Of course, I could sack a female friend, but that’s not what I’m…craving…right now. You know what I mean? Some of you are very lucky you don’t live near me. 😅

Anyway, I’m announcing something big this weekend on Patreon, so if you’re a member keep your eyes peeled. With the mood I’ve been in lately I’ll probably also post some provocative pictures, so make sure your notifications are turned on in the Patreon app. There may or may not be alcohol involved. 🍻

Hopefully, I’ll be able to wiggle my way out of this hospital visit too, so wish me luck.

Anyway, sorry for the emo entry, but this is my Diary after all. Sometimes entries will be like that. 😊

I love you.

All of you.

Dream of me.

P.S.: If you haven’t yet, go answer my latest poll on Twitter: “If you had sex with your clone, would that be incest, masturbation, or something else? 🤔” Inquiring minds want to know. (https://twitter.com/AlexaNichols69/st...)

Return of my inner hood rat

Let me tell you why I hate bitches, yo. I got into a verbal smackdown with one of Anne’s friends today, and this time I didn’t even start it, I swear. Long story short: one of her friends (we’ll call her Bougie) came and spent the night at her house the other day (I was there too), and her boyfriends pissed for some reason – mainly because Bougie’s homegirl (we’ll call her Bougetta) filled his head with all sorts of lesbianish thoughts.

Well.

Bougie called this morning, and Anne put her on speakerphone. Bougie then proceeded to tell her that she told her homegirl Bougetta that Anne was going to beat her ass if she kept telling her boyfriend lies about her. I snatched the phone and told Bougie if she ever tries to put Anne in a situation with someone else over her bitch-ass boyfriend then not only will I beat his ass, but I’m beating her ass next.

She was shocked. Her first words: “Me? What did I do?!”

She honestly had no clue. So I repeated myself and called her a few choice words, then hung up.

She didn’t call back.

It took me a long time to calm down from that. I was more pissed than Anne was. I’ve always been protective over Anne though, mainly because I’ve known the girl for almost 15 years now, and people have continuously tried to take advantage of her love and trust. She’s far too sweet and forgiving for her own good. That’s why she needs a hood rat like me in her corner. ✊

Anyway.

I’m exhausted. But I did get a lot of writing done today once I managed to calm down. Which is a good thing, because unfortunately, it looks like I may be going to the hospital this weekend as medically I’m not getting much better and my big brother and Richie are essentially forcing me. I’ll keep everyone updated, especially you unlucky motherfuckers on Patreon. You poor souls will be hearing everything. 😅 I’m creating a thread just to document this shit if I have to go. Dead serious. I fucking hate the hospital. I’m going to need the company to stay sane.

Speaking of Patreon motherfuckers: have you read my exclusive interview with the legendary author Piers Anthony yet? It’s this month’s Patreon Perk, available to all tiers, and can be found here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/19736033 Go check it out!

Now back to the hospital ordeal. I may get drunk tomorrow before I go just to piss my brother off. We’ll see. 😏

Until tomorrow, my loves.

This little hood rat loves you.

Remember that.

Tired day (Anne’s Entry)

We up this morning I cook breakfast this morning Alexa had oatmeal and biscuit eggs and cheese and butter. And I biscuit eggs and cheese with jelly. And Alexa work most of day I was watching my show. Then we took a long nap. Her right eye is red. I went to 7 Eleven I got us Nacho’s and I got Burger and mountain dew. We are full. I watching ice love Coco and Alexa, play her game. How is everyone out there today. It so hot outside. I been in side staying cool… Have a great night sweet dreams sleep tight everyone.