Whoring out my insomnia…

Dear Diary,

Insomnia is no joke. It’s debilitating, humiliating, and generally just maddening. It’s also really useful when used correctly, such as to flush out stories or plan future ones. ✊ There are two reasons I’m plagued with insomnia: a series of incidents in my past that I really don’t want to get into here (my Patreon members already know why) and my imagination. See, when I’m having fun writing a story, I have a tough time shutting my mind off. I continuously think of things to add, character characteristics, and elements to, you know, change.

I’m not overdramatizing. This is seriously an issue for me.

It creates some interesting stories, yes, but it also takes its toll on my overall sanity. And my big brother unit. Take last night, for example: I went to bed absolutely exhausted, put my phone at the other end of the room so I wouldn’t be tempted to simply reach over and turn it on (which I do constantly when it’s close), and after who-knows-how-long of tossing and turning, finally managed to bore myself to sleep. When I woke up to use the bathroom sometime later, I felt completely rested and mentally refreshed.

I had only slept three hours.

It was too early to eat breakfast (I have my body on a very strict eating schedule of 6AM/12PM/6PM), too early to harass people on social media, and I was too awake to go back to bed. My mind wasn’t quite lucid enough to write (I needed food in my belly for all that) so, naturally, I crept into my big brother’s room and crawled into bed with him – staring at him quietly and unblinkingly until he woke up.

This is not the first time I’ve done this, of course. Hell, that wasn’t even the first time I did that this week. Instead of his usual reaction of growling and pushing me away until I fall to the floor, he actually reached out and pulled me to him, and we cuddled for a bit until he finally threw the covers off and got up to turn some lights on. We playfully smack-talked for a bit, watched the latest episode of Dancing With The Stars on Hulu (how the fuck did Tinashe get eliminated?! I am so sorry, girl! You got robbed! 😳) and wasted the rest of the morning keeping my brother by my side via death lock and watching Sabrina The Teenage Witch reruns on Hulu.

It was nice. And set the tone for the rest of my day. After prying myself away from the brother unit I made some black-as-my-soul coffee, turned the lights off, threw on my headphones, and cranked out a ton of verbiage.

It was beautiful.

On that note.

I stumbled across a review left for Please Don’t Get Me Pregnant! (Quickies), and I’ve been smiling about it ever since. Here it is in its entirety:

 

Attila

5.0 out of 5 stars First story in the “Alexaverse” chronology

October 11, 2018

Format: Paperback | Verified Purchase

The writer excels at erotica with an edgy, contemporary, and generally fearless ambiance. In crafting her stories she reflects an understanding of the connection between erotica and the psychological and/ or emotional motivations of her characters. Not everyone can do that. In doing so, she writes in a unbound, expressive style which underscores a sincere, positive global attitude towards sex in general and the common humanity in us all.

Please note that most of her short stories and novellas feature many of her characters, situations and relationships at different points in time. They inhabit a world of the author’s creation called the “Alexaverse”. The first book in the chronology is “Please Don’t Get Me Pregnant!”. The stories do not need to be perused in sequence to be enjoyed but reading them in sequence enhances them. That said, I started them out of sequence and enjoyed them. Highly recommended.

 

For all of you who have left reviews on any of my works: thank you. They mean so much more to me than you know. In that vein, do me a favor and drop by Twitter and tell @lamarjackson2 to get well soon (he just got out of the hospital), not only because he continually leaves thoughtful and touching reviews for my books but mainly because he’s an awesome person. And the only boo boo I got. Tell him Alexa sent you. 😉

Thank you for reading.

I love you.

I really, really do.

#Alexa

 

“But the point of using the number was to show that sex was a great part of my life as basketball was a great part of my life. That’s the reason why I was single.”

– Wilt Chamberlain