Diary

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?…

Dear Diary, You know, as I sat down to write this, something occurred to me: lately, a lot of my Diary entries have been about my life almost being snuffed. Hopefully this isn’t a dark foreboding or something. 😁😭 Anyway, continuing the tales of the attempts on my life, I have another culprit to add:…

Dear Diary, So my brother almost killed me today. Again. Last time it was with taco meat. This time? A Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion song…   (Law & Order clinking sound effects)   I finally got him to sit down and listen to WAP. I was dying to see his reaction to it,…

Dear Diary, Do not inhale taco meat! I’m serious. Don’t try it. I speak from personal experience when I write that this is a painful, life-changing event. Interestingly enough, it can also be thought-provoking and introspective. Let me rewind a bit. I was switching back and forth between furiously typing away at the rough draft…