Rianna Shaikh's Blog, page 11

Throw me a line

   My love,I sit awake in tbe darkest of hours, on the floor, crawled up like I am nothing. And mostly like I never knew love, I am shaken cold. For though you have gone, your spirit haunts this life.
It’s dark in here, and I cannot cry, but I sit awake knowing, that this my darling love is going to be all the light my heart Et soul shall ever feel.
I am nothing, nothing, so much so nothing, without you. I love you wherever you are Et when you cross from this world to the next, know that there will be one little beating heart in this world,    That shall never get over you.I still bleed for you.     Forever yours,       Emeline Benoit

Am post

 

my darlings,Wow however did I wake up early is a miracle Bonjour darlings!
I had a productive 6 hours, though I bet I’ll be fallen asleep on my tearoom floor by 9. Oh the woes of moi.Henceforth,
Introducing my next book:

 Um I am starved. Like can i have that macaron too? Oh Et her hair do for my next portrait. Okay fine, the macaron- will do Very good talk- I have to go on an early am swim. I hope Betsy Johnson can pull me out after 20 laps. Or Haevn, either one will be fine. Yours, up early in this am, may our Lord save us Rianna Kate Shaikh

Sir Haevn

 

         My dearest world,I tried today to spend almost 20 hours working, which was a success, 400 pages later, and 5 hours of Haevn, my dear God, this man is heavenly. I watched him perform We are for 2 hours, whilst I read. I think I owe him a thank you
Hence, my brain is exhausted from my own work.

Well I have much to do, I wish I could say I could read 400 pages for next book, tonight, but I can’t. It’s a lot to do my dearest you, I don’t know how on earth I did 12 books last year. That was miraculous.
Here we are the book of questions, it’s actually a compilation of questions from emails, instagram, for the past 4 years. Some are actually funny, some sad, some worrisome, Et a lot of advice. Well gear up I’m an old lady now, though I take very good care of my skin, a lot of people ask me for beauty advice, my answer is this:

.Haha. I’m laughing but I’m not even flattered. I think the fact is I had all of my children before 30. And I barely ever see the day. Like ever. Unless i am swimming.
I am also on a 98 percent raw diet. Which means I don’t eat like normal humans. I know, the only thing is I have got the worst temper, so stay clear when I am overworked. I mean it.

Obviously I need to mediate everyday for an hour.

 Well, I missed you world, I think I miss living my life like a normal person, which let’s face it, isn’t for me. I have altered my life enormously Et I now sleep till 3pm I swear to you I must print close to 10 books this year. I exhale. Because I don’t think I’ll ever leave the glass house.
Let me be the example, you need.

 

“To Work at your art,saves you from it all.”

I j’adore all of you who inquire on my work daily, who read me nightly Et who follows me on instagram, I know we fell 400k short but having more than a million followers isn’t the reach, it’s the people that genuinely read me.

I thank you from mon coeur, all of you.

So darlings here we are, the final cut for this book,

Dearest Kate.     Et Oui, yes, I added back Shaikh, my husband was very mad at the fact that I would consider just Kate. Hey team shaikh it’s all your fault Et I am not to blame. Dear you I am just À over worked writer. Who wants to get  a private pilot to fly me to Provence, hallo. that’s me on the daily. Lately I swear i need to win an award for this theatrics. Then I can have tea, a dignified cup with my dear friend, SIR Haevn.     Bonsoir darlings,Rianna Kate Shaikh(The video is on you tube.From his up close concert,
We are. I am a fan.His biggest writer fan ever.
Never thought I
would ever say that about anyones work.

“Et baby we are lost, come home …”

Dearest readers

 

     My darlings,I receive all kinds of comments, this one,GOT ME. I laughed so hard I felt like I did 300 sit-ups.
Well I shall answer;

 

Dearest Anna,I am flattered really. Firstly thank you, you made it into my quote etc. I am a hat lady. I have approximately 1,000 hats. Mostly from the 19th century, as i am archaic to the heck. I often wear my hats once, because I am spoilt silly. And I take so many portraits. Hence hats are most necessary.
Please don’t wonder of my husband, he knew exactly what he was getting into. And if I may, he’s honored to be the husband.
I hope this helps Et Merci for your letter yours truly,Rianna Kate Shaikhthe chapeau lady

Time after time

dearest,

I have been on a break for a few weeks. Much needed. I fear though it’s much harder to get back on track when you have fallen lazy. I have so much work to do Et what I much prefer doing is watching old classics. And I have watched a danish series for the past 24 hours, it was good but I have to confess I was burnt in tiredness reading all the subtitles

I do have many French movies I watch but not frequent. As you see being a writer I do not engage in a lot of movies or books, though I have many books.
I don’t want to get ideas from others. I think it’s the secret of our stories, it reaches you.
Hence, I have been trying to since Late night to focus, I must say it’s important to create things When the needs exist. You cannot force creativity. I have at least 5 covers per one book.

I don’t like indecisiveness. To many choices isn’t good either. Book covers are in production but I must say, I am 4 weeks late for print submissions. It’s really terrible.

well I have just posted on my gram Et I tell you, it’s just a lot of creating. I am so out of it. Books, books books, Et it’s rather funny I had to choose my wallpaper for my Victorian bath weeks ago, I did Adore it then now I’m questioning it. The floor has mixed tone marble, with blue Et I have to say, I am not a great fan. Don’t tell to my husband
As you see, I have designed everything Et now I am most uncertain of my choices
Honestly, I am so not good at this stuff anymore. Oui. So fou.
I am a pure mess.

Well looks like Emeline Benoit has gotten my feelings.

Great work my readers.

 

J’adore you,Rianna Kate Shaikh

My best

 My darlings,

I was updating my profile when I realized,  it’s so late. Et I also realized i can’t write anything. I am truly suffering from the woes of dearest Emeline Benoit. I have never written such sadness. Oh my dammmmm. I know, like I am literally exhausted from her pain. It’s a sword that hath piered me so deep I need a loaf of baguettes, a bar of dark chocolats Et a full time masseuse  Seriously my bones are aching. It could also be I was busy socializing without a mask, am I the only one suffering from massive anxiety when anyone comes close without a Mask?
I mean I may need therapy . I am being honest, I got so many hugs from people that I spent 24 hours Utterly panicked. Golly I am Rianna katey Kate y’all. My husband thinks I live so safely that if he could ever see me barefeet on grass it would be a f’ urging crisis!
What can I say, I am the lady of the glass house, sounds like a good name for a book. But I am really not in love with writing novels. It’s somehow immense amounts of work!

Well figure if I could write Emeline, dear god I can write 100 books!
Hence, I got a lot a lot of emails- letters about my instagram, oh I went private. It’s a lot to deal with, no offense. I’m struggling with being public.
You have no idea how much I am wondering about what I am doing, it’s a lot of work. As my page is all writing. I basically have a writers page, except I perfect the art of it.
well I do that with whatever I do, non?

Here it is…

At the moment, I cannot read emails, books, dms, I am on a break. I’m very exhausted. I do a lot of writing when I do. Et the absolute worst part in this dilemma, I have given up eating dark chocolats.

my dear golly, you do Not want to deal with moi.

Good chat dearest rabbits,

 Rianna Kate Shaikh
ps. My new favorite:

Bonsoir dearest

 

Dearest,

When you are different you accept it non? When you know many wars start with one wrong decision, you step aside.
When you know you are not liked, do you sip tea with such associates Et pretend?
When you know in your life,  we burn to have many a desires Et therefore you cannot act, do you jump?
It all depends I say, on how much you act upon.
Silly it’s this I listen to, this masterpiece writing quotes as I cannot write books. I am lost in my thinking et my lack of desire to do anything really.
I hope you get it. As one day your  time will feel like it remains to be vanishing, it is something we will never Again have. I think Emeline Benoit had messed me up in the ways utter words yield to describe.
Dearest, Merci for listening.   Your everlasting,Rianna Kate Shaikh

Your grief

Darlings,

I am sitting by my desk, thinking. Writing. Feeling. Cannot quite release it all. Though I write her book of letters, I grieve myself. For the many loses i am experiencing. The loss of my friend could not have been at a more timely time.
I remember as a child I was grief stricken.

“Throughout my young, blossoming of my days, I would look at the sky  full of light Et blue clouds Et see only the rain. The torrents of emotion.”

I couldn’t quite  escape it, I was a little writer locked in her whim.
Et looking back, what no one could of expected me to learn, I place them in books. For whatever was my pain if I cannot help another, Oui?

It’s very clear today, as I sit here, know one thing, I am your lesson, I am your page, I am still the little footsteps in the sand.

My heart still weeps in books, without you my dearest Et truest of friend. I share very little of my hearts destinations, but when I do,

know it’s real.

I am hoping that you too recover from your losses. From loosing your somebody. Anybody loosing someone. That cloud of grief, it envelopes you Et sinks you to the darkest of waters.

Don’t let that happen, you are alive.
Live. For the things Et people YET to find you.
I embrace you with my ink.

….back in the water?

       (Today’s work)
  Forever everlasting,Rianna Kate Shaikh ps. you have no idea how much I live for my books. I feel lately, they have become my everything. I know, profoundly wild that materialistic katey Kate,  cares for only ink Et papier. I j’adore you my books No Aston Martin. Please.Let me become humble.

Emeline B.

 

           
August 21st, 2021

 

I cannot forget this day. No matter how much I try, because the presence of you haunts  me til this very moment. I know it stormed Et you were on your way. I wished I had done something.  I wished I could of said something. I wished that the doors of the great world ahead hadn’t taken you.
For I am left with a heart Et a sword Et book avec Et a pen to write what you left me with.
I would not want to erase you from my mind, because You were the only hunter of kindness my heart ever knew.
I am tarnished without the breath of your endless presence.
Dearest, I am washed ashore from this thing all of the Romeo’s died from,

love.

Your everlasting,

   Emeline Benoit

Ps. Imagine that, but imagine feeling it Et writing it.

 

Agatha Christie

Dearest,

I start today with this, obviously it was sent to me. I get all amounts Of mail and this here is what I choose to read. Well here it is, a very truthful thing to read Et also if you look deeper you’ll see that there can be tremendous meaning, to one thing great philosophers once wrote.
I must google her ….  Very intriguing. But frightening.
I think this is anything you think not to be. I had a text this am, Et I swear to you I am getting more brash by the day. I am not thinking of making everyone’s opinion matter, you see?

I think it has to do with the level of writing I do. Et so I stumbled upon dear Agatha. More than that all i could think of is, one day you’ll be that old lady by her desk writing her stories away.
I must write a book on being young Et getting old with wrinkles and forthright speeches, there is an eloquence in honesty that you never lack.
The older ones tell you as it is.
Anyways, I have to much work to do, I cannot even. My heart hurts, I cannot begin to work. Everyday cannot be productive world. I’m loosing my touch.
It must be that I take strolls Et see the daylight.
Remind me not do to that as often because then i become free in the wilderness Et so carefree it’s a sin

Et the only good writer is a broken, knackered, erratic, over feeling  one.
Sorry it’s the truth,

well good day peoples.

Yours,

Rianna Kate Shaikh

ps. My car playlist is outrageous at times, music relaxes me.