Rianna Shaikh's Blog, page 15

You never said goodbye

        Dear world,        I was torn apart.
Thrown alive in the pool
of the unending.
My heart was drawn
out all of its zeal to exist.
A world like this Et then
a world like that.
How is love ever suppose to
be one of the most important
feels of our breathing life,
I shan’t know. 
I hope you do because
from where I stand, I could
drown in my own foolish tear. 
As a girl my mother,
ma mère said that
love was suppose to
feel complete, she lied. 
There’s nothing complete
about living in this world
Et loving, meeting your soul mate,
hand in hand, oath to be
fiercer forever Et breath.How I breathe his breath,
even the last one. 
I felt like the greatest
light in me left world.

I fear I cannot crawl forward,
because his life was my breath.Et that’s not all, I cannot
weep for this loss, I cannot speak,
I hold myself tight Et I
fall to the floor. 
It feels like I fall slowly of a cliff. 

I loved you, more than I loved me. And now that you are gone, I climb to the top, to sit by the sky Et I sadly erase the sun. It deserves no light. You were my light.
Oh I forgot to write, you never said goodbye.     I shall hope that the world knows the truth, love isn’t light, it’s pain tied up tight, it’s hope leaving you in the very day that bought us life.        A memoir,     Emeline Benoit

ps. My new character. Dear God I am becoming a different writer.

 

Man this must be the life

        
           My dearest,

Am I the only one working past midnight

perhaps. I am like a owl, except they tolerate the night hours better. I find that the hours of writing happens late.  Oui I also confess, I respond to emails After midnight.

For the big news,

 Hence, I will no longer be accepting literary agents. At this moment. I feel beyond honored but literally I cannot entertain the idea of being social or being Interviewed at all. Maybe Till perhaps the summer of this year, Oui ou non?

After I have completed 6 books, I should revise everyone’s interest at that point. Till then I shall sip tea, eat dark chocolats, stay hidden from the world, maybe after next week Et mind my own business
I am yet to answer to many emails, which is awkward Et simply delightful from agents wanting to represent moi. I would have naturally been jumping of a plane, with such glee,  but as I work continuously on my books, my standards Loathe the scent of mediocrity.
Well that’s done, now I must read 100 pages. I should be sleeping on the floor, literally it’s how I read. Et voila I fall asleep. I am an exciting creature.
Awkward  non? Hey never mind my many sitting rooms, it’s for decorations. My husband was right.
I live in a museum

I am a simple writer as of late.

Use your chairs my fellow citizens.

Asseoir.

I bid you bonsoir,  RSps. I have completely ditched
my violin for this song,
I think monsieur Bach
Et Schubert are weeping for me. 

“Maybe we could take a drive,
maybe we could
hit the 405…
man this must be the life 🤷🏼‍♀“  *Obviously someone never had fun or adventures

 

Sophie B

Dearest,

it doesn’t matter what I do. When I do it. How busy my schedule is, as when it comes to her, I shall drop it all Et scurry the many miles to sit beside her, to feel whatever it is she does.
She is my most faved character. It’s why I cannot end my novels at number 3, the Wall Street wife.

Dearest Sophie I could write your story till I’m 90. I could exist in your world to tell it as you are, I am fully infatuated by your hearts whispers.

I am also darkly infatuated with Wall Street. Et the fancy whims of the impolite yet  well dressed aristocratic Chance. I suppose you could tell, we are going back to

  The Brookvilles.

Book 4. Well I’m almost 90, so worry not.

Yours,

    RS 

“i am searching high, searching low…”

Not madame Thisbee, short novel

    Dearest you,

I am utterly stubborn. I have 4 covers for my next colored novel Et dear god why must I self torture with the creatives?
I silently scream. Oh my dear you, if you are a writer, don’t ever do 3 books at once it’s mental fou Et  exhaustion, so… I’m up early,

To wrap this project up.
Actually,  I just ran 4 miles. I should be absolutely laying on my tearoom floor screaming….

masseuse!

I swear I need to go away, for a month with no phones or computers or books.

So I could stop focusing Et rest,
quite impossible. I’m on a role. On all corners.

Hence I literally have 2,000 emails to go through, not happening A tall. This year I am going to actually seem snobbish when the reality is I’m just over working. Again.

 

my portfolio is absolutely gorgeous. Like Kate.  Awkward pause.Henceforth, I must be quite selfish with my time.Ou else I should be living at
maison Louie V.oh the sight of
those orange boxes, stacked on
my desk…
yup someone has a problem.
Of course not me.
I meditate daily.

Hence, bonjour world.

I am also training for a marathon.
Don’t ask.

Yours,

RS ps. I  Need all of those gowns in the photographs/ covers-   oh please. I’ll drive my Aston wearing them, je promets! uh, une grande problem, no Aston Martin husband dearest. But hey, we are down to earth now. Think humble thoughts RS.

Gee. What À struggle.

 

Ridiculous writer notes

Dearest,

its 1am, Wednesday January 19th.

From the back of my first colored novel,
Not Mrs Thisbee. I decided to add my nickname Kate because someone very important addressed me as that. Well when matters got serious, I was called Kate. As a child. Kay was most common, katey, Kayzee, Katie.
Gosh no wonder I was confused

Hence you made it Kate,

For every one else, I will no longer be adding new names, Oui.

Well monsieur Thisbee, it’s a wrap.
bonsoir, 

RS 



What can I say, I am literally a
bloddy train wreck of a masterpiece.

You are welcome my darlings.

ps. This song is life

From my desk

 

My dearest day,Its hard to say when the skies are blue, the winds are free Et the light is there, it’s hard to pay attention to your clarity.For when books beckon, I must ignore the daylight. I bet it’s beautiful when it’s clear, when the skies paint themselves to almost ten different shades of blue.

I bet it is beautiful. But when a woman has focus  11,900 people cannot break her Witt’s to write a book till it’s end.

But that’s my very bet. I cannot leave my desk till I’m done with edits of another Children’s book. It is such luxury to tire oneself to the the papier of another’s story. But I find it to be a over lasting joie of being confined to my work.
My husband is actually texting me what is for dinner. Hahahaha- nothing. Unless everyone wants tea Et dark chocolats-

my desk is full of it

Chef for hire hallo!

But you know, this is my life. I don’t leave this very house till I’m done.
But Oui, I will respond to the few agents that has sent such professional emails. Sorry dearest I’m in the middle of 3 different books right now. My assistant  Pegs is away. Perhaps she ran away from moi

We don’t know.

Kind of weird when the world seeks you. Non?
Well carry on darlings, the work must go on.
Remember what you do with your time is your choice. My choice is oddly tiring.
I need chocolats

   My dearest, back to work.
RSPs. The only printed manuscript
from a few years ago. I swear,
that’s all I do , print, print,
print. Such a bore. I am.
a very expensive one, according
to master card, discover Et ?

Like Kate, new book

 

             My little,

little girls, we often ask many questions as we become young ladies. I often questioned my existence as once a little girl. And today I opened the pages to a very new book, Et this is what I wrote.
Ponder not on your little hearts existence as the journey, for a lot of us will be plucked out of our happy to be set on destiny’s path.
Most of you are little without love, are sitting in line, holding the shaken hands of your destiny, piercing into the faces of a maleficent.
Et so my next book, however long it shall take, will be on the love you never received From the lady that bared you in her womb.
The most pained I suppose, but look ahead….

For the skies are ready, the sun is lit bright Et the heart of it all dearest are in sight. As well as the vessels of clouds that shall pour forth as you my little  darlings become…

    I j’adore you all so.
                  Your writer,

RIanna Kate shaikh

“a million dreams are
keeping me awake.🎵

 from the greatest showman.

The heart of loss

    Dearest,

For the light of you She shall miss. For the love of you She shall kiss. Your Love was warmth in its bliss.
The days in life you have missed.
She was empty, cold as the earth in snow, your presence  made her laughter grow.
Now she’s lost in the winter of life, wondering searching aching for night.

She aches for you, the heart she knew, she wanders the earth feeling filled of gloom. I often talk to her Et I know it’s true, the soul of you knew that your love gave her life in a world she could not survive.

Though you are gone, the skies weep for you. But even then, dreams don’t come through.
For when you love, you know that it’s real, a love lost like that, pain couldn’t kindly conceal.
I hope In time her heart loves again, because my darling, you were her souls only friend.

      For the broken hearts, I sort of get you,    RIanna Kate Shaikh ps.
the heart only aches for
that which has gone.

“Hazin bir siyaha boyandı bulutlarİkimize ağlar bu nazlı yağmurlar
Umudum azaldı, geçiyor zamanlar
Ayrılık efendi, kulu biz aşıklarEllerin avcumda soldu
Yaralı bir ürkek kuştu
Biten bir aşktan çırpınıp uçtuYolun açık olsun, demek isterdim.”

Second cover

Dearest,

As I begin yet another book, I look at my sacred library Et scream. As it is so dearest, with belief Et extra hard work, you can do anything. Actually,

With God all things are possibly possible.

I am very holy until provoked had to add as it is quite apparent my honesty Et loyalty shall always take front row.  What can I say the foxes raised me right.
Hence, sometimes I cannot share photographs of my books, as I was just informed, my photographs are totally humongous. Hallo!

Gee, tedious rules etc. My web person  is amazing, he goes with the flow of what Rianna Shaikh dreams her pages to be. I am most grateful.

Okay I must go Et do things like WORK. Oui I am rewriting yet another book. But this thing call motherhood is you know top priority.
I hope to share mad snippets soon.merci Et lots of love,RS

ps. I listen to this song 10 times a day, it comes Et goes in waves y’all!

First book publication, 2022

 

Dearest,

My first book production for the year….
An interesting concept for short story telling, a novel broken down into 210 pages.
I fell in love with the idea of not putting the world to bed, for the not so big readers.

So much for my break.

Hallo world,

RS