Diary

Dear Diary, So Anne and I were out the other day running errands, risking our lives by riding public transit as bougie bitches like us are wont to do. She was completely oblivious of everything, as usual, while I was damn near dying over an intense smell of putridness that seemed to hang in the…

Dear Diary, I’ve been an author for about five years now. I’ve taken December completely off from author-related tasks every one of those years – including writing and social media. Of course, back then, I had a full-time job and the occasional victim (I mean, lover) to deal with, but as of this year, I’ve…

Dear Diary, I’m a weird person when I get angry. That, and I tend to get mad over the stupidest shit. I mean, when major problems come my way I tend to get cool, calculating, and analytical (like I mentioned in my previous Diary entry), but when the small stuff rolls around… like, let me…

Dear Diary, So a few days ago, I was sitting next to Anne while she was going through yet another chemo treatment, and, for some reason, I was more insightful (and emo) than usual. I had my laptop out with the intent to work but found myself having a difficult time concentrating. So, I sent…

Dear Diary, So, I have good news, bad news, and horrifying news. We’ll start with the good news: Not only is my left arm getting rapidly better, but I’m being a productive little loli to boot! Writing-wise, at least. I’ve been spending much of my free time taking on small writing side projects, mainly the…

Dear Diary, I think I tore my left arm working out too hard. I kind of went a bit berserk last night (I had some serious stress to relieve), and ever since, the pain has been ridiculous. And it’s not just my arm, either: my entire body is sore. I’ve basically been walking around like…

Dear Diary, I’ve never understood why people object to reading about sex in books. I was writing the other day, listening to one of my favorite podcasts, (Writing Excuses – Self Publishing Episode), and the book of the week they suggested was a billionaire romance that was described as clean – one that contained zero…

Dear Diary, I came to a startling revelation the other day: I’ve become a domesticated loli. 🤯 Way back in my younger days (i.e., last year), I was all about clubbing, getting wasted, and having recreational sex with a small, select group of friends and exes. I wrote when the mood struck, but otherwise, I…

Dear Diary, I have three things to write about this Diary entry: a writing progress report, a personal update, and a situation that embarrassed the living hell out of me. I’ll start with the writing progress report: I’ve done tons of it. My main focus is still on Nephilim: Prisoner, the sequel to Nephilim: Daybreak,…

Dear Diary, The agony and the ecstasy of writing a series… I never envisioned when I started writing the Nephilim pentalogy (five-book series) that I would have such a hard time sticking to it. The problem isn’t that I’m bored with the series or disenchanted in any way, but that I have so many other…