Diary

Dear Diary, This year has, so far, sucked proverbial balls. I’ve gotten into a wreck, had a screaming match with a Medicaid driver (twice!), was hit by a strange sickness that caused my temperature to shoot up to 103°, had half a dozen arguments with the people closest to me, already broke one of my…

Dear Diary, So, Anne’s vagina nearly killed me today. See, I was sitting at my writing station eating an orange, being the normal innocent halo-wearing angel I usually am. You know, editing erotica and watching adult videos for, uh, reference and stuff. And then out of nowhere Anne busts out with- “Pikachu said hi.” I…

Dear Diary, Back when I was doing daily Diary entries (I still don’t see how I pulled that off considering everything else I was juggling), I used to let Anne occasionally slip in and write an entry for me. I would label these little creative outbursts of hers as “Anne’s entry” and just let her…

Dear Diary, The best decision I ever made (besides starting a Patreon) was to become a writer. It was also probably the worst. I write this because while I love writing, some of the people my writing (or at least my erotic writing) attracts are just creepy as fuck. They seem to assume because I…

Dear Diary, I’ve been officially bitten by the Halloween bug. I tried to resist it, ignore it, and replace it with other habits (meth, crack, Skyrim), but nothing worked. I finally snapped the other day, and now everything in my house and Anne’s has been Halloweenified. Our phones, computers, accounts on our video game systems,…

Dear Diary, I am utterly unappreciated as a friend. I’m serious. See, Anne told me she had to poop, right? She had just eaten a ton of ice cream that morning (which she knows better than considering she’s lactose intolerant), so she had (predictably) been pooping all day. Anyway, she slithered her way to the…

Dear Diary, I’ve been working feverishly on finishing my seven-book Exitium Mundi series, which segues into my Nephilim pentalogy, and reality has mostly melted around me as a result. It’s an enormous amount of fun, but fuck am I ready for this series to be over with! I have so many other books I want…

Dear Diary, My big brother’s personality type could probably best be described as stoic. Dude has like zero sense of humor, and he rarely shows any emotion. He hardly makes expressions, seldom shows affection, and generally just tends to glower when he looks at you. Considering he’s big, muscled, and bald, this tends to intimidate…

Dear Diary, Most of the time, when I post on social media or Patreon, or in my Diary, I try and keep things entertaining, upbeat, and generally just optimistic in nature. Because that’s the kind of person I tend to be, you know? Today, however, keeping things light and positive is damn near an impossibility.…

Dear Diary, So, I was over at Anne’s place (as I usually am) and went to go take out some trash (cause apparently slave). The second I stepped out the door this tiny black kitten bounded up to me out of nowhere and started rubbing against my legs. It was so tiny, y’all! I mean,…