Dear Diary, Boy. I did not expect the responses to my last entry. Most of the time when I sit down to write them I just write, barely thinking about what I’m putting out there, just kind of letting my fingers do the talking. It seems more authentic that way. I then run it through…

Dear Diary, If you really know me, you know I have a barely existent immune system. I mean, it’s there, but sometimes it decides to go MIA for days on end. Probably out running the streets getting in trouble like I used to do when I was younger (i.e., pre-COVID). Anyway, yeah, I get sick…

Dear Diary, As some of you may know, my baby squirrel recently had breast cancer surgery. Chemo was apparently her best friend, shrinking her cancer lumps down to minuscule sizes that could easily be removed. So, after the surgery her surgeon was optimistic, and she went home with glue and tape to hold her breast…

  Dear Diary, Not too long ago, I woke up disoriented, falling over myself, and nauseous. I couldn’t quit throwing up, and for the next two days, I felt absolutely disgusting. The worst part? I still had author tasks to do (such as advertising, finishing up Voyeur Season 2 Episode 5, taxes, and other personal…

Dear Diary, Anne and I were once again braving public transit to run some errands (because unfortunately, not everything can be done online. Yet.) and stepped onto a train where this young woman was sitting in her seat, slamming her fist against the window and yelling something about rapists. Everyone on the train seemed to…

Dear Diary, I am mentally and emotionally exhausted. More than that, I think I might be becoming a bit of a hermit. I have so many creative projects I’m working on, so many stories I’m writing/outlining, that I’m finding myself lost in them. It used to be I would turn to social media for a…

Dear Diary, First of all, a disclaimer: this post is going to be way more nerdish than usual. It’s also going to talk about an event that happened almost a month ago, an event I never intended to write about, but so many people still inquire that I decided I might as well. If computers…

  Dear Diary, So, there I was, working on the green revision of Devious Bitches (which means if you’re a member of my Patreon or Subscribestar.adult, you’ll be reading it soon! 🙌), rubbing my sore, beat up arm where my Baby Squirrel hit me repeatedly. For barely any reason at all. She hit me so…

Dear Diary, I tell my Patreon peeps a lot about the private things going on in my life, things I don’t usually share on social media because… well, private, and these people (whom I lovingly dub my #Alexaliens) are helping fund my dream of becoming a writer – so I consider them family, you know?…