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

Dear Diary,

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. 😔

#Alexa

 

“My boyfriend and I live together, which means we don’t have sex – ever. Now that the milk is free, we’ve both become lactose intolerant.”

– Margaret Cho

10 Comments

  1. Janos on December 10, 2018 at 6:23 pm

    Right.

    Your stories are so word-salad. That’s why they have complicated story-lines that interweave between two dozen works spanning different times, places and dimensions, and inspire headaches in me from trying to remember who is connected to whom in them.

    In (mild) defense of your coachwoman, her notion of “writing” may more resemble drawing pictures of Bambi advertised on the back of matchbooks, or completing self-service order tickets at restaurants than anything you have published (or even doodled). Suffice to say, she narrowly dodged your palm of fury.

  2. Lamar on December 10, 2018 at 6:37 pm

    At least, your hand kept calm about it and was ready to do some damage! I can’t wait for Hunt for the Lolistone!

    • Alexa Nichols on December 25, 2018 at 3:18 pm

      I can’t wait to finish it! I like this one so much better than the first so far. 🤗

  3. Ronnie Mullins on December 10, 2018 at 9:40 pm

    Oh now that would have been a sight to see. Demonness princess pimp slapping Uber driver. Keep up the good work on Nephilim and all your other work too.

    • Alexa Nichols on December 25, 2018 at 3:20 pm

      Thanks, I will! As far as being a sight to see… If I ever go dark for a while, meaning no social media or Patreon or anything, assume I slapped the shit out of a motherfucker and am doing jail time. Cause I probably am. 😅

      • Ronnie Mullins on January 17, 2019 at 11:29 pm

        Omg thats funny as hell. Hit me up if you ever need bail money girly

  4. Richie on December 11, 2018 at 11:39 am

    You see what I mean about longing for the good ol’ days when PROFESSIONAL cabbies worked the streets instead of these wannabe taxi drivers. The way I would have handled you and Anne after you told me you’re a writer is to act very surprised and impressed excitedly asking you how I could buy all your books besides inviting both of you to stop and have coffee with me and tell me all about being an author (with the meter off, naturally). And of course, before the coffee break would be over, inviting both of you up to see my bachelor pad and my art work on the wall. That’s how a PROFESSIONAL does it! LOL

    If you don’t believe me check this out: https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/2107-taxxxi-tales/

    • Alexa Nichols on December 25, 2018 at 3:22 pm

      Nice segue into a plug! *wipes tear from eye* I’ve taught you so well. 😅✋💖

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