The Autumn Diaries by Lexi Maxxwell Page B

‘And now here are your hosts — three guys who are currently filling all three of Autumn Cole’s holes — Johnny, Sean, and Dave!’” And when I said that, Sam, who’d just gotten out of the shower, stuck his dick in my mouth as if he were claiming it for his own.  
    Two of these guys (Sean and Dave, who write together) are making a full-time living writing right now. The third, Johnny (not the Johnny I know, LOL), is just really getting into fiction-writing but makes money writing on his blog. All three are pro entrepreneurs, and that’s the key — you can’t think of yourself as artist. If you want to publish and make money, you have to think of yourself as an entrepreneur and a marketer too. And that’s what I love about this show… the guys are good writers (I’ve bought and started reading their books like a good little stalker), but they don’t just talk all the time about the art. They talk about HOW TO ACTUALLY BE SUCCESSFUL AS A PUBLISHER.  
    Today’s show, for instance, was about how a writer needs a platform, which is a place that’s their online “home” and from where they can communicate with fans and readers. I must be a natural at this, because I’ve already got my website, and I’m already building a list of people who like what I write.  
    Super jazzed. Can’t obsess hard enough.
    Especially on Dave. He sounds cute despite his constant self-deprecation.  

J U L Y 1

    I’M GETTING THE HANG OF these holiday titles. They’re so stupidly awesome. I decided to publish one called “Fourth of July Sausage Swallower.”  
    Does it make sense? Does it need to? The point of all of this is fun, and sexy, and the intersection of fun and sexy.  
    The holiday titles so far have done quite well. It doesn’t matter what the holiday is. For some reason, people really do look for holiday smut titles. It’s like, “Hey, it’s St. Patrick’s Day… why don’t we paint each other green and pretend we’re horny leprechauns!” And then they seek out some sort of literature that supports that. I don’t know. Hell, I had good luck with my “Mother’s Day Fucking” title, and I thought that one might be too far out there, at least at first blush. Not that it’s about someone fucking his mom, but it’s not like people think of Mother’s Day as this big erotica holiday.  
    Trying to come up with an Arbor Day title. It kind of writes itself: “Got Wood on Arbor Day.” Shit like that.
    Anyway, I want to do this 4 th title, and maybe more patriotic titles, and see how they do. So far, so good. I’ve been making them free for a few days and then telling my list about them, and then they climb the charts and more people find them.
    I blame Johnny, Sean, and Dave from the podcast. They’ve got me thinking like a marketer.  

J U L Y 4

    SAM BET ME THAT I wouldn’t suck him off him right in the middle of a fireworks display. I seriously can’t believe he made that bet, because it’s such a clear loss.  
    So here’s what happened:
    The fireworks celebration by my apartment is actually pretty big. You wouldn’t think it would be, necessarily, but everyone loves fireworks, and Veteran’s Park is like two miles from my place and puts on a helluva show. The park itself is actually pretty small, so it seems more crowded than it really is.  
    Anyway, there’s this open grassy area at the park where most people go to watch the display, and it turns into sitting-upright room only. Everyone brings blankets, and the blankets all pretty much touch because it’s so packed. There’s a slight hill that offers the best seats, because the hill sort of points toward the area of sky where they shoot off the fireworks. Once everyone has staked out a spot, you kind of feel like you’re sitting in bleachers, with most people upright because there’s just not enough room.  
    So we’re in there like fans at a baseball game, and I’m saying that fireworks make me horny and Sam is saying that