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The Dark Jubilee Revealed

So a while ago I sent out a post (https://www.patreon.com/posts/dark-ju...) with a creepy picture stating that the Dark Jubilee is coming. And that’s it. People apparently noticed, because shortly after I was flooded with questions, all of which I intentionally ignored. I wasn’t trying to be mean, of course, I just think that some things are more interesting when seasoned with mystery. I also wasn’t quite ready to release any information on it, and I figured when I was, I would post and reveal all.

I’m posting.

And I’m about to reveal all.

The Dark Jubilee is an experiment in creative writing, based on something interesting I found on the internet about flash fiction. See, for a while now I’ve been toying with the idea of posting something on Wattpad, but I wanted my first contribution to be something short and sweet. Something to basically get my feet wet and see how the platform works. Numerous people suggested I pursue flash fiction, but I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. So I googled it. I found an interesting little breakdown with several different types, and my mind immediately went into overdrive:



Flash Fiction Types

Six-word story: Any story with a single-digit word count is a category unto itself.
Twitterature: Max 280 characters.
Dribble, or minisaga: Max 50 words.
Drabble, or microfiction: Max 100 words.
Sudden fiction: Max 750 words.
Flash fiction: Max 1500 words.


I thought to myself you know, it would be cool to make an entire book alternating through the various types, a different story for each. Tales that are dark, sexy, mysterious, and erotic. It would not only be creative and fun, but intellectually stimulating as well.

During my downtime from revising Nephilim: Prisoner I’ve been doing just that. But it’s been hard. And challenging. Short stories are hard, yo! To do them right, to tell a good short story, you have to cram a lot of information into a little space. You only have so much to work with, and you have to not only make the reader understand everything, but feel something too.

It’s exasperating, yes, but it’s also an inordinate amount of fun.

Unfortunately, I decided against putting it on Wattpad. Instead, I’ll be putting it on Patreon as a gift to everyone in my Voyeur Tier ($5/Month) and up, because they thoroughly deserve it. It will be an ongoing series containing a lot of stories about a plethora of topics, and one day in the far future I will end up compiling them all into one big book and selling it on Amazon. But that’s a long way in the future.

I think Anne’s more excited about this than I am – she’s drafting out story concepts left and right that she wants me to include in the collection. 😅 She’s priceless, and her creativity and exuberance for life in general is refreshing. Everyone needs an Anne in their life. But you can’t have mine, motherfuckers!

Anyway, so there you have it.

The Dark Jubilee.

Revealed.

I can’t wait to share it with you guys…

How I Spent My Valentine’s Day

I don’t know what it is, but ever since I was a teenager I’ve always managed to be single on Valentine’s Day. Not that this bothers me as an adult or anything, it’s just interesting. I mean, I go in and out of relationships throughout the year with regularity (most don’t even manage to get to the sex stage – I’m very picky) but when Valentine’s Day starts getting close… Sahara. Desert. Nothing. Nada.

Which is why my plans for February 14 tend to be non-existent. My usual plans are: writing, reading, and waiting for my big brother unit to get home from whatever girlfriend he happens to have at the time so I can see how much of a nuisance I can be to him. That’s pretty much it. Dull. Unexciting. Mind numbing.

This Valentines Day was a bit different.

My plan for the day was to write for a while, binge on a handful of horror movies on Netflix (cause fuck the Valentine’s Spirit), and then maybe blackmail my brother into taking me to a movie and/or out to eat whenever he managed to slither home. Well, as Arthur C. Clarke wrote in 2010: Odyssey Two, “All human plans [are] subject to ruthless revision by Nature, or Fate, or whatever one preferred to call the powers behind the Universe.”

My big brother unit totally flipped my script. He started out by doing something I’d never seen him do before: he actually ditched his girlfriend* to spend the day with me. (😳) He busted in my room at a rather ungodly hour even for me (5AM!) and carried me kicking and screaming to the kitchen, where he planted me on a chair and proceeded to make me a huge breakfast. Then, when I was finished, he tucked me into the couch and washed the dishes (😳) and then joined me to binge-watch a few episodes of American Horror Story on Netflix. (😳) I was already in awe at the amount of thought and effort he put behind the day thus far, and if the day would have ended right there, I would have been perfectly happy.

But he wasn’t done.

Later in the day he made me dress up and took me out to eat at The Cheesecake Factory (😳), then to a movie (What Men Want is fucking hilarious!), and then, to top everything off, after I got out of the shower he tucked me into the couch again and settled in next to me. He then reached under the cushion and gave me a gift I had no clue he bought (which is strange, because I hack his Amazon account on the regular to see what he’s up to): a brand-new Kindle Paperwhite! (😳) I fucking love it. If you don’t have one yet, you really should. Amazon even has it so you can make monthly payments on it!

I spent the rest of the night cuddled into him while he watched television, setting up/hacking the shit out of my Kindle.

It was hands down the best Valentine’s Day I have ever had. Why can’t more men – hell, any man – be like him?! 😭

Anyway, there you have it: My Valentine’s Day. It fucking rocked. 🤘 Hopefully, yours did too!


* He didn’t really ditch her as I thought, I found out later: they celebrated Valentine’s Day on the 13th at my brother’s insistence, because he knew mine always sucked. He wanted to make this one different, memorable. He definitely did that!

Creepy people…

So much stuff to tell you guys about… where to begin… I know: creepy people.

I think one of the most significant drawbacks to being a writer is also one of its biggest rewards: socializing with readers. I never in a million years would have thought it could be so rewarding and confusing at the same time. It’s like people believe that just because I’m a female that writes erotica (never mind the other genres I write in) that I’m some sort of gullible love-starved slut. Which I am, of course, but not for just anyone. 😅

Case(s) in point:





Here’s one I just received a few minutes ago – as I was writing this post:





Creepy, right? Now I realize that some people would consider me a bitch because I don’t blur out the names of the people that message me things like this, but I don’t care. I think a better solution would be for random motherfuckers to just not message me shit like this to begin with so the conversation about blurring out a name doesn’t even come up. Am I right?

Anyway.

Last week I bounced back and forth between three separate works to give myself a break from continually working on Nephilim: Prisoner, and managed to get a good amount done on all three: Erotic Urban Legends (Taboo), Encyclopædia Nephilium (1st Edition) and the first story in a romance duology for one of my pen names. Exciting stuff! For me at least. But then, I’m a nerd. 😅

So far this week I’ve managed to update the eBook version of Qedesha Trilogy (fixed a few grammatical errors that somehow managed to escape several tiers of editing), completed the Qedesha Trilogy paperback (which you can buy now if you so wish at https://www.amazon.com/Qedesha-Trilog...), and started talking with several narrators about creating the Qedesha trilogy audiobook. Oh, I also finished the rough draft of Nephilim: Prisoner.

Unfortunately, all this attention I’ve been paying Nephilim has been slicing away at my beloved serial series, Voyeur, which is currently on its second season. I am so far behind on that. I mean, release-wise I’m still good, but considering how I like to stay years ahead I’m just barely making it. As soon as I finish this Nephilim book, I plan on knocking out the rest of Voyeurs Season 2 and draft out Season 3 before I move on to Nephilim’s next installment.

I’ll keep everyone updated through here.

So much fun stuff…

Mostly.

Complete topic switch: I’m a gamer. And Steam Sales are bad enough on my wallet. Unfortunately, I’ve recently discovered Humble Bundles, which are absolutely insane deals. And then the Sims 4 has damn near everything on sale because of their anniversary. This hurts my heart! I didn’t budget for this shit! 😭 Of course, I’m trying really hard to ignore most of the sales. I did buy a PS4 Humble Bundle for Anne and The Sims 4 Get Famous for myself (WHICH IS FUCKING AWESOME), but otherwise, I’m being good. In fact, Anne and I are currently trying to beat Final Fantasy III for the Super Nintendo. We’re actually pretty far into it. ✊

Anyway, that’s my life. Exciting, isn’t it?

Thank you for reading.

It means the world to me…

It’s that time of the month…

What do YOU do when people just stare at you in public? My big brother says I should just ignore them and do whatever it is I was doing before I noticed – or find something distracting to do to take my mind off their rapeyness.

He’s definitely the Yoda in the family, because I’m just a tad bit too fiery to sit there all meek and timid while a random motherfucker just ogles me.

Case in point: a few days ago.

I had some errands to run with Anne, and we were using public transportation (which we often do). I had my headphones in and was jamming away while I was getting work done and looked up… and saw this guy just unblinkingly staring at me.

Creepy, right? Happens more often than you might think.

Now, I wasn’t wearing anything overly provocative – just plain black sweatpants and a sweatshirt – and I definitely wasn’t exuding any kind of “come talk to me” vibe. I was working. And writing. And bombing Anne with random pictures of horse penises (because she hates that shit 😅).

My first reaction was to look away and try to ignore him.

My second was to question why that was my first reaction.

My third was to stare back at him just as intensely and unblinkingly as he was me.

So there we were, having a staring contest on the train, a contest I ultimately won. But not before he glared at me and shook his head, like I was being rude for staring back at him or something.

Cause logic, you know?

Anyway, is there a proper and polite way to respond to a situation like that? What do you guys do? Why do you think people do that shit to begin with?! Just curious…

On to more important things: ITS THAT TIME OF THE MONTH, MOTHERFUCKERS! The first post in my Writing 101 class has gone up, and can be found here: https://buff.ly/2Wjlz0R

Go check it out. Participate. Discuss. Learn. Orgasm. ✊

Do keep in mind that it’s not just for writing erotica, but for writing in any genre. And it’s interactive – I expect students to ask questions, and they can expect me to answer them ASAP. Don’t let my goofiness fool you – I know a LOT about this shit yo.

Hopefully I’ll see you there.

Anyway, back to work for me. I have a universe to destroy… 😉

It’s been a while… 😳

It’s been a while since I’ve last written in my Diary, I know, but I have an excellent reason: I’ve been extraordinarily busy. Most of my free time has been spent writing “Nephilim: Prisoner” (the sequel to Nephilim: Daybreak), and my not so free time has been consumed with Skyrim, Resident Evil: Revelations, and making “Nephilim – Encyclopædia Nephilium (1st Edition)” and another Erotic Urban Legends story titled “Taboo.” It’s a family friendly story. A VERY family-friendly story. 😅

I’ve also been working on the first lesson in my writing/publishing class, which will be available to all Patreon members of the Disciple tier and up on the 25th of each month. It will basically walk you through the entire process of writing a story, from having an inkling of an idea to publishing your completed work in eBook, paperback, and audiobook formats. It’ll cover everything. It’s a 12-month long course (with the last lesson being released in December of this year) and is an immense amount of fun to make. I’ve learned a lot during my time of being a writer, and I can’t wait to pass that knowledge on. Of course, it’s not going to be one of those sink-or-swim type things – I’ll be there to help with any questions the entire time. I can’t wait to get this launched. The first lesson is coming out in just eight days. Again: I can’t wait. 🤗

I’ve also had to change phones, which is an absolute fucking thrill. I’m still not done customizing the damn thing yet (I’m taking my sweet time with re-adding social media networks, for example), but this time I learned from my past lessons: I got a phone with a removable battery, a much smaller screen, and one that didn’t cost four figures and an ovary. And it’s a newer version of Android (7.1.1), so there’s that. Love it so far.

That’s pretty much been my life these past few days: writing, upgrading phones, and randomly spider monkeying the big brother unit.

I really need to get out a bit and stir up some trouble! I’m getting way too domesticated!

Hopefully, your life has been much more interesting than mine. 😅

Thank you for reading, my loves.

I appreciate it.

2019: My Catalyst Year

I can’t believe it’s finally 2019. Last year was such an interesting year, for both good and bad reasons. It held so much death, so much drama, and so much personal growth for me. It is also a year that will always stand out in my mind as… well… as a catalyst. I write this not only because of how inspired I was as an author by so many people around me, but also because it was a year of experimentation – of finally managing to muster up the courage to try new things and break out of the typical erotica smutsphere. I wrote books in several other genres (under different pen names) and turned many of my erotica stories on their heads by gunning to make them something a bit… deeper. More realistic. With a touch of several other genres thrown in for good measure.

It was also the year I created my Erotic Urban Legends series, the first book of which, That’s What Friends Are For, is currently available for sale. I’m super proud of it, and I already have a handful of others finished that I’ll release throughout the year. Wait until you read them. If you’re a member of my Patreon community you can do so right now, otherwise bookmark April, August, and December on your calendars.

In summation: I’ve learned so much this past year, and made a handful of very dear friends in the process. I also met a lot of great authors that I’ve bookmarked and look forward to not only working with but reading the works of, and then there’s this merch line I need to flush out… 2019 Is going to be an exciting year for me. It has big shoes to fill. I can’t wait to see what all it holds.

Thank you for reading, lover.

Seriously.

Why I almost slapped the shit out of my Uber driver…

Yeah, so I almost slapped the shit out of my Uber driver the other day. My trip started out innocently enough: I was picked up by an older lady after Anne and I went grocery shopping, and we started immediately chatting up a storm. She had just been laid off from her job and decided to do Uber full time, and I shared that I downgraded to a part-time job and that I write more or less full time.

She responded with: “Yeah, writing’s easy. That’s a good choice.”

You should have seen how my eyes widened and how my pimp-hand started twitching. I mean, is that what non-writer-types really think? That writing is easy? That we just sit down at our keyboards and start slapping out verbiage, then publish it and churn out another one?

Have they never tried to actually do this shit?

Writing is not easy. Not if you really care about your craft. I mean, yeah, if I were just putting out low-brow smut maybe it would be, but I put way more work into my stories than that. I meticulously outline, research, put it through a handful of revisions, give it to my Beta Reader Hit Squad, and then throw it at my editor and hope she doesn’t brutalize it too much.

For every. Single. Story. Even Quickies.

Other writers have even more grueling processes from what I hear…

Anyway.

Lately, my life has been dominated by Nephilim: Prisoner, though on the weekends I’ve been working on the next Killer Lolis book, Hunt for the Lolistone. Just for fun. Have to find something to do since my girlfriend unit seems to be too busy to be an actual girlfriend. It’s interesting how the tables have turned: back in the day I was the one who was so busy I barely had time for her, and now…

I guess I just need to keep a positive frame of mind, because otherwise I’ll get all emo and my writing will suffer. Maybe I just need to go back to the way I used to be, completely immersing myself in my craft and basically mentally hermiting myself away from the real world. I got so much done back then.

Anyway.

Back to Jazmyn, Lucius, and the rest of the gang in the Nephilimverse.

As always, thank you for reading my Diary.

Even if it was a little emo.

I love you all. 😔

Laying around. And Anne’s fake left boobie. 😳

I’m sorry. I am a horrible Diary keeper. I know I haven’t written in you in a while, most precious Diary, but I have an excellent reason for it: I’ve been writing! Just not in you. 😅 I’ve mainly been writing the sequel to Nephilim: Daybreak, and while it’s been a blast, I’ve kind of let my socializing slip. OK, kind of is a bit of an understatement. I’ve completely let my socializing slip, not only online but in the real world as well. I’m not sorry for this, of course, as the verbiage has been incredible (over the halfway mark, y’all!) but some of my online homies/homiettas have taken this a bit personally. And they shouldn’t. I’m a creative-type, and when I’m creating I’m the happiest, and don’t you motherfuckers want me happy? Don’t you?! 😳

Not that all my time has been spent writing, of course. I’ve also been enjoying the holidays and trying to console my bank account over Christmas present shopping. And, as always, spending time with Anne, time which we’ve primarily spent on Hulu catching up with episodes of Empire, One Tree Hill, and (against my will) Ghost Whisperer. Oh, and Law & Order SVU. And American Horror Story on Netflix. I swear I’ve watched more television hanging out with Anne than I have in my entire life combined! It’s a bonding thing for us, I guess. I love it.

Kind of like Anne’s fake left boobie. I love that sucker. So siliconey and pliant… I don’t know exactly when it started, but I commented a long time ago that her left boob looked more prominent than her right boob, and rationalized the reason to be, you know, silicone. So now on a daily basis I find a reason to slip Anne’s fake left boobie into our conversation. She hates it. See what being friends with me entails? See what kind of horror these poor suckers go through?! 😅

Anyway, back to the writing board for me. I’m obsessed with finishing this Nephilim story, and I can’t wait to get it to my Patreon peeps (and the rest of you guys later in the year). I’ll be leaking information about it as time goes on, including character sketches and a companion book. Etcetera.

God, I love being an author…

The State of the Alexa…

I know I haven’t written in my Diary for a while now, but boy do I have reasons. Said reasons start with a migraine that attacked me last Friday and went all through the weekend, and then Anne got sick and passed her myriad diseases on to me, and then I somehow managed to cut the tip of my index finger (which is absolutely crucial for writing apparently). And then, when I finally started feeling human, I threw myself into playing catch up with all the author (and personal) tasks that piled up while I was out, leaving little time or desire to write in my Diary.

Yeah, things have been hectic.

Writing-wise too. I’ve been focusing on the last part of the last revision of Family Values, a story featuring Mariah (from Naughty Cheerleaders fame) as the main character. And, I am proud to announce, I am finally happy with the way it’s going! It took a while because I kept changing things around, but the way it is now – I like it. I had to simplify it quite a bit because it was starting to feel verbally congested, streamline it some, polish the hell out of it, give it some head, and bam: it’s now acting the way I want I to.

Story of my life.

Anyway, hopefully all of you are preparing to have the Thanksgiving of your lives tomorrow. Me? I’ll be staying home with my big brother, Anne, Rebecca, and the rest of the syndicate trying to not write and just enjoy the holiday.

And playing Skyrim, of course.

Always Skyrim.

I love you.

All of you.

Thank you for reading…

Alexa: Sandwich Maker! 🥪

What many of you might not know about me is that I’m a bonafide health nut. This stems from being the exact opposite for the first half of my life and having to deal with the consequences of that lifestyle choice. I’m very strict on myself, especially with what I eat, when I eat it, and how often/long I work out. Most of the time, at least.

Until Debauchery Day, that is.

Every Saturday I kind of cut loose, ignoring all the strict rules I enforce upon myself and basically just do and eat whatever I want. No working out, eating whatever I feel like (like a souped-up cappuccino, a double shot of coffee, and a pint of ice cream – all at the same time) and basically just being, you know, slovenly. I even wear sweatpants. 😳

Of course, I usually suffer the consequences for this on Sunday, which I use to recover from my abuse, but that’s not the point.

The point is this: during this time of self-inflicted torture, I kind of mentally just cut loose and do things I usually wouldn’t do.

Like gamble.

During this past Saturday my brother and I were watching Celebrity Ninja Warrior on Hulu, and I made a bet with him concerning one of the contestants, WWE superstar Nikky Bella: I bet that she would clear the entire track, cause, you know, Girl Power motherfucker. He took me up on the bet, we set the stakes, and I watched intently as my girl started through the course.

She failed on the first obstacle. 🙄

I am now my brother’s official sandwich maker for a week. Seven fucking days. And he has not given me any kind of a break either.

In other life-highlights, my girlfriend Rebecca told me I need butt implants. 😭 She spent the night yesterday, see, and this morning I went through my normal ritual of writing for a handful of hours, after which I got up and walked around for a bit to get circulation back in my legs. I mused out loud that a pillow might make my chair more comfortable which caused Rebecca to chime in with “nah, you just need to grow a butt.”

You can almost feel the love, can’t you?

So that’s been my life this past couple of days: writing, more writing, abusing my body, and sandwich making. Oh, and thinking of ways to score on my girlfriend for giving me a butt complex. Fascinating life I have, right? 😅

Anyway, I love you guys.

I really do.

Thank you for reading, my loves…


P.S.: Voyeur Season 2, Episode 1 is now available for February 1st preorder! Snag a copy here: https://buff.ly/2AOWLVE