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Why my panties unexpectedly dropped

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! 💖

Blue. Waffles. 😳

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. 😊

Why I was twitching and an epic resting bitch face

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?

Killing em!

I feel so much better than I did yesterday. Whatever hit me went away just as quickly, luckily for me. I really appreciate everyone who took time out of their day to check in on me… it really makes me feel loved. For reals. 😊

I hit the ground running today, not only writing like a beast but making up for the time I missed yesterday. I absolutely killed my writing goals: I finished the green revision of Naughty Professor, the red revision of Knocking Up The MILF, and started work on Voyeur, Season 1 Episode 5 – the last of the season. If you haven’t read any of the Voyeur books yet, you really should – at .99, they’re cheap enough and short enough to slip into easily. You can find the first of them here: https://buff.ly/2GS2vyR

There was also some good news in my email today, mainly that Cramming Sis! Again! is now officially available as an audiobook and the audiobook edition of Phi Beta Pie is finally linked to the eBook and paperback editions! Man was that a long, hard battle! 😅

I’m not sure exactly how much writing I’m going to get done tomorrow since Rebecca (the girlfriend unit) is coming over and I’m going grocery shopping, but I’m going to try and knock out as much as possible after this entry just in case. I think I have an addiction to writing if that’s at all possible. I wonder if an obsession such as that is unhealthy…

Anyway, back down the rabbit hole I go.

Thank you for reading.

Fight me

(ALARM CLOCK GOES OFF)

(I reach out and slap it off the table.)

(Which doesn’t silence said alarm clock, of course.)

(I don’t care. It’s farther away from me now, and that’s all that matters.)

(15 Minutes later, big brother slings my door open fully dressed and – as always – smelling good. He reaches down and turns my alarm off, returning it to my table.)

J.C. (said big brother): “Alexa. Get up.”

Me: “Fight me, motherfucker.”

J.C.: (Raises eyebrow.) “Anne’s expecting you. Get up.”

Me: (Reach over and whip cover down beside me, revealing Anne, who is still somehow snot-bubble sleeping.) “Her expectations are pretty low this morning.”

J.C.: (Looking slightly startled) “When did she get here?”

Me: “Right before WrestleMania last night. We watched it together. Make me breakfast.”

J.C.: “Get up first.”

Me: “Make me breakfast first.”

J.C.: “Get up. Then we’ll talk breakfast.”

Me: (Make lower lip quiver, force eyes to water, look up at him.) “Please? My stomach hurts and I don’t feel good and I think I’m coming down with something and I don’t even wanna get up and my whole body hurts and I don’t know why and I love you so much and I don’t ask much and by the way where the fuck is Skynet I can’t find it anywhere I know you hid it please make me a breakfast sandwich and carry me to the kitchen?”

J.C.: (Deadpan voice.) “Seriously?”

(I nod and force a tear to eject from my eye.)

J.C.: “You are entirely too spoiled, you know that?”

Me: (Nodding as he picks me up out of bed like I’m made of paper and begins carrying me to the kitchen.)

Anne: “I want one too.”

Me: “Already on it, girl.”

So yeah. That was actually how my day started. Thing is, I actually didn’t lie to the big brother unit: I feel like someone beat the shit out of me and stuffed me in bed, then gangbanged me senseless twice. I nearly took the day off entirely, but something inside told me not to, so I didn’t. I got up, finished the yellow revision of Naughty Professor, worked on a good chunk of the red revision for Knocking Up The MILF, skipped lunch entirely and took a nap instead (best decision of the day), managed to knock out all of my author tasks, spruced up the website a bit,

and then fell face first in my bed and didn’t move for the rest of the day.

I really hope this goes away tomorrow, as I have too many projects I want to get done and some short time limits to do them in. I guess I’ll see tomorrow if this is just a brief, fleeting thing or if it’s a bonafide sickness.

Cross your fingers, my loves.

And as always, thank you for reading…

WrestleMania!

It is motherfucking WrestleMania! In case you didn’t know, I love wrestling. WWE wrestling specifically (although I used to enjoy watching G.L.O.W. back in the day). So, I’m over here at Anne’s with our free trial subscription to the WWE network (which we got specifically for this purpose) loaded down with snacks and ready to watch this motherfucker.

As far as my day goes, it has been relatively uneventful. I played some Vigilante 8 on my N64 for a while, downloaded some hentai, and finished reading Katie’s Story. I’m thinking about reading Daddy Blames Me, another story in a similar vein by the same author. I’m a big supporter of self-published author’s, so I went out and purchased all her books. In fact, I think I’ll cuddle up with the latest one right now until WrestleMania comes on.

Until tomorrow, my loves.

Enjoy your Sunday…

Good news, bad news, kinky news, and pussy points

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.

Fuck Amazon. And whether or not to send noods.

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

Anne squirting and why Facebook sucks ass

Anne and I apparently have abandonment issues. She went to her doctor’s appointment today to get the results of a blood test she took several weeks back (results: bougie-itis) and even though I usually go with her, I stayed behind so I could work on author stuff – mainly the fine-tuning of Good Girls Gone Bad. I felt terrible about not going with her, but I’ve been falling behind on so much these past few days due to Real Life… Anyway, while she was gone we bombed each other on Facebook Messenger, and I learned three very interesting things:

1. Apparently, when she’s being silly, she will threaten to squirt on you as a form of attack.
2. Our meme game is intense. We had a period of almost a half hour where we were sending each other nothing but memes.
3. Facebook Messenger will not allow you to send someone a link to a porn video.
This last one really threw us off. I mean, what the fuck? We’re both adults. We’re both friends. We can’t send a link to a porn video to each other?! (If you’re wondering why, it’s because I was drafting out a lesbian-ish threesome scene and needed some inspiration. You can watch the video yourself here: https://www.xvideos.com/video959510/t...). I mean, the video isn’t even that bad as far as porn goes!

So, me being me, I did a little research. I found the following articles:

· https://444.hu/2016/11/14/facebook-is...
· https://www.timeslive.co.za/sunday-ti...
· https://www.facebook.com/help/communi...

It seems I’m becoming more and more disenchanted with Facebook every day. I may just pull an Elon Musk and delete my Facebook altogether. I dunno.

Anyway, back down the rabbit hole I go!

Until tomorrow, my loves…

#Alexa

What dat mouf do?!

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.