Rianna Shaikh's Blog, page 18

Pen me away

      My dearest,

 

I sip tea, listening to his concerto blasted through every wall of the glass house. I wonder deep into me why couldn’t I be a genius. Oh why?

I am livid in this books end. My heart thumps to the every string Et not to its fellow. I feel like dearest  Einaudi, you have missed me, terribly. So this was made for me. Are you listening to this, as I am lost in my envy. However can one be so genius Et filled with  a human vein of skill Et passion so great it

ignites life into my work Et feeling into my broken core.Hence, 
This is what my life is. Music,
tea Et a pen.Moments that hath passed me to jump into my Mind to become a beat with my heart. A feeling that shan’t ever be mine. Like a borrowed hand of life’s clock. You skip, thump, grow agitated with it all, but the feeling of it fills you to the soul of your entirety.  I gasp with aggravation before I hit the end of the biggest book I shall ever feel, I would ever dwell in  Et the characters that with my tearful eyes, have become the greatest light,  my eyes hath seen.There we are, I can’t Let you go…..

 

yours,RSps. Milly you ought to learn this one
darling… oh Et I know I belong on
broadway 🤷🏻‍♂

To fail

My dearest you.

I had a meeting today Et this was the topic. I gave my all twice.

First i was a hero without the briefcase, second I sort of stopped listening to the world Et listened to me. As you age you become wiser, you step closer to accepting yourself with all the flaws that you are.

Imperfections are in our dna.

There are many things I want that I have not received. As little as five. Of course I am not going to share what they are, that’s my secret. They are the powerful 5. I think if you cross that number, you are living an unwanted life. I get it though,

I see what one man wants, another is ready to throw away for better.

life isn’t ever going to play fair chess with you. So it’s best to let it be what it is suppose to be. Whatever it is, it’s your compass.
We will be at many points, many of us will remain broken, a few of us will love someone that we may never be with. Whilst the rest become more miserable in their story.
To me failure is not trying to accept. We often think failure to be financial poverty. No it’s not knowing what you are, who you are Et what you believe to be verifiable.
Welcome to life. As true is it as the definition of success is altered as you become older, wiser. Happier, angst, amongst great other feelings, someday we fall to failure but then hopefully we fall to rise.
Again. I hope this for you if you have fallen.

Your writer,
RS

Lyrical:

“Mauvais caractère mais toi tu m’intimides
Novembre, sagittaire, je m’en fous qu’on soit pas compatible
Je fais confiance à mon instinct
Je sais qu’au lit on se sent bien
Que dans mes bras tu dors bien
Que tu crush sur mon parfum
Et si tu me mens je veux jamais le savoir
Et si tu me manques tu vas jamais le savoi.”

Say send me madame Marie, my French is sorrowful like I’m, I don’t know say teriibllle.

It’s simple, but it’s so complicated

   Dearest readers, To be is to be completely complicated. I think to be me it’s just simply crazy complicated. I have worked so hard this year at keeping busy. But I think the next 2 months shall state a lot about me.
As a writer. Yah, the very woman that spends all her time locked in.On a good day I get to look at the trees. And then I run  back into the glass house. I think personally I have become the gate keeper of my life. I cannot express the love of solidarity.

Hence I have taken up golf. It allows me to think Et judge people wisely. As they play. From the great distances. I am sure they are thinking,What the heck, does she even know the game?non I don’t, but  most importanty
players my atttire is life.
😂I was a great equestrian  until I felloff a saddle, Et I sort of took a break. I think if I fall off Et broke my limbs,  it ain’t gonna be nice

So hence I stay safe. It’s a bit safe. Too safe. When you live one way, you write another non?
I am also getting aware of the great amounts of people that read my pages daily.  I suppose that’s why my writing today is so terribly blah.

 To my dear readers, thank you for reading me. And my dearest work I hope to get it to you, sometime next year. I think I am like their mother Et I must protect them till I know they are ready to be utterly criticized by the world. There you go, the answer.I couldn’t care less if no one thought me a talent. All I know is that it’s fou difficile to be me. And for sure, it’s gonna take time to accept that my golden pen hath make other things around me unhappily unstable.Good talk, I am drinking chaud cows milk, from a real cow with honey, from a real bee, and eating chocolates, from a real …. I don’t know y’all!Yours ever so,RS               A moo story  

 

 

Read along With moi

 

Dearest text senders with the email overkill,

 

Please read Et carefully.
If you have sent me many messages Et I have not responded, it’s because I choose not too.Again I choose not to, I am not locked away in a tower Et my assistant  is responding.
Non unfortunately it’s MoiDon’t cross  the white lines to get to me. It’s all together confusing because I am not Snow White, I don’t eat apples. Et I don’t read gaudy tales. Like The great words of my dearest father, “if I need to reach you I shall, if not, I bid you au revoir.”
The sword has been placed where it has been,  Go on carry on now.

Like Camelot,

Rianna K Shaikh 

Ps. My team is no longer going to respond to harsh emails. No text. Non.

 

The question

 

            Dearest ,I shall Vow to be honest. In all my life Et the existence of my standing, dearest you, this is how I view it. It’s how I answer it, as it’s clear this topic was created especially for me.  Et to you all, it may be easier to exist.

See, Je suis né avec une épée dans le cœur.

As your writer, it is so darlings.

yours, Rianna Kate Shaikh

Ps. No words for his violin work In the middle of this song, 1:55. One word, Genius. I am lost too

Et, means and by the way.

Like the Wall Street wife

    My dearest,

I know it’s been a while, I fell out of it completely. I have written So much this year that I can sit still Et stare at it all. A true feeling. Have you ever pushed yourself beyond the limits Et then keep going further till you hit a wall?

Thats why I am. But I think more than ever, I am almost sure to be the only writer I had even known to do what I have done this year. Et oui it took all of me.
I am very exhausted. Utterly so.

The good news is that I hope to be in production soon with my 3rd novel the long awaited, Wall street wife. I would think of all the books I have privately done, that would be my idea of true success. I don’t think the world knows how insanely difficult it is to be a novelist. I have read a few romance novels Et the best part is the flow of rejection Et anticipation through the chambers of character evolution.
Pure nerve.

I don’t know, some many say I am talented, others may say I’m lucky, then a few may think I am just thinking I am talented. But the right one that will soon sit on his desk with a view so incredibly breathtaking Et a list so small crumbled Paper really, would understand.  He would have my books personally delivered to him, as he sits and gasp at what a very untalented human has procured in her Spare time.

Truth.But as I speak I need you to know, my dear future publisher, I am very far from ordinary. Et I don’t seek your checks Et promises, as I do a home for my dear friends,  my most adored characters. I always said I seek no fame  or wealth in the publication of my books. I think when you work so hard at being me, it comesdexterouslywith time. 
Lately I look at my soon to be 11th book of the year et I smile because this book I have pushed off another, to write for my darling Roo. I wanted him to have a book that’s not like any other. I hope he likes his new friend. She’s very curious and free with bravery. A lot of bravery.
My friends with time Et hard work only then will we know what we are. Though we spend our youth lost in the heat of fantasy. Reality is a cold, stark, Et dark to swallow pill.
I Rianna Shaikh can no longer hide my books that want to seek the world. Well that’s that, work to do.
Such is ma vie.Bonsoir,rS

Ps. Not the cover but dear golly Sophie B, how your story moved my world.

     Now this is madness non?
the song…his infinity sounds like insanity

 

October publication, secret letters

 

 Dearest you,

 

Here we are, I actually sat et read a few pages to my little darling today. He was extremely quiet et then I stopped. Et thought of the reality of each letter. I rarely ever read books that I have written.This one happens to be 399 pages of letters from mostly girls to their parents, the ones that hath left them to become without them, or one parent less. It amazes me that my heart could really care so much about children.
Then again, that’s the Maman in me.I have nonchalantly taken a Few photographs of this publication, I am pleased as I have only three more publications left for  the year.Et the letters shall continue as I sip tea and listen to something that can help me think till am, working on you know what.Oh I Highly doubt it eh, I’ll start writing then that will be me sound asleep on the settee. Whilst mills et RoO blackmails me with bad photographs of me asleep.  The perks of having teenagers

Another private publication on the desk of my tearoom.

Well done Rianna Shaikh said I to I.

Yours,Rianna K Shaikh 

Ps. I’m today obsessed with one Republic. I think we may be related

          La fin darlings

Portraiture look book

The oh I am getting old look:          Yup, this looking is breaking the internet. Why, you see beauty is in the brain. mon cerveau.

      DearestBefore I begin, today I received my new book. Secret Letters et whilst speaking to my old friend of past projects I said to her,“I write broken books only, I mean I am not the happy writer.”

True to that, since many may think I am solemnly depressed et other many may  question the some. Does it even matter?

Heck I write et write and if I am so happy et fulfilled I may just sit by that pool et hire a full time lady Adelaide to pamper me. What good is that?
Like this family would starve So actually  I was like that in my 20’s, spoilt et rotten with unkindness. I had so much help I felt like the white house. Not happening. Again. I beg.
Hence, let’s begin, a lot of author Photography makes me cry, like wtfudge we know you are completely taken by your work but must the world know you never bath?Real deal. Gosh. Writers live so much in their head, they forget they are a person with a life. Yah, real talk. I almost did that last week et Milly sent me a pic et my husband said, “hey you okay?”Wow. So to the writers out there please let the portrait not look like you everyday.
Spare the readers. Especially moi.
And your significant other or others, god knows what’s going on.Laughing out loud and biting my lips so I could shut up further.

 

Portraiture talk. 
So my portraits are sometimes very austere and I look ancient according to Mills but Ferrie goes with it. She thinks I am fancy. RoO smiles I suppose he thinks I’m a fancy lady et my husband laughs et nicknames me Marie Antoinette. I mean thanks, merci.I am a vintage human my hats are flown in from the 1920’s and I run from full body shots. I think you need to see my face and that’s all.
Hence when you take a portrait it’s important to not let it look like your query letter, from google, like non.
Your face is your face. Your style is yours. Your work isn’t yours it’s your characters. So this one belongs to you.

Here we are the Rianna Shaikh portrait lookbook:   The Jackie O inspired look:
I know this one i J’adore. Mostly. I look civil, something I am not, I have proof,  my children’s opinion.              ———————————-——
The lost in France look:
I have got a reason hurrah, this one screams I am parched, someone in France save moi, then again for the  sake of my milliner, don’t save me!Actually I love this one sooo much, Et I can’t seem to replicate it. I look innocent. Run while you can…
————————————————-The Rose look:Someone  said I look like I belong on the titanic, like holy Higgins et Moses;I don’t know, I don’t know about this, but I guarantee you if I were on the titanic Jack would be alive, ha. For reals. Enough of the bs, someone is always mort, non? Can’t love live happily?
Ps. Et they think I have problems          ——————————————       The Marie look:Then this, well my husband nicknamed me  Marie Antoinette when he saw this.  For sure I would of fed all of France et my husband would look like a man not a pretty girl, come on people what the heck.      ————————————————-         The secret garden look:Move over Miss dreadful Wilchin, you have degraded womanhood sort of look.It screams I’m here to save the children from the wicked adults. I vow no more oats for breakfast  

        —————————————————
the Vogue look:My golly this shocked  me as I clearly am not  this good looking at all. But you get the feel, Strike a pose there’s nothing to it, Vogue. 
Can I say?There’s a lot to it. Madonna you lied darling.

————————————————The oh I thought you said I can’t write look:I know the shock me heck up look.Now this looks rather good on me. Well who needs to write books when they can buy hats,
Say fromage?

            ————————————-The rejection letter look: Oh I thought you knew, I was rejected but once too. Et once was enough.  Merci beaucoup!ps. Rejection looks good with a chapeau.

The garden tea party look:

   Now this one was ultimate test of all my patience, I screamed et was incredibly agitated. Because no one understands my style. I belong in Oheka’s tea party in the hot summe, screamed this portrait.  Those woman were so dressed impeccably that even their husbands knew not who they were. Including me, my husband said, “why do you need all of this Kay?”I screamed, “I quit.”              Hence, these portrayed the real me. Many pieces of me. The fabulous human I am. The gorgeous beauty I have become in my 40’s. Ha. Okay that’s enough, I am being sarcastic et this is so exhausting. I need sweatpants et argyle sock whilst I sit on my velvet sette watching Peter rabbit avec roo. I hope you get it writers, stop punishing the world with your slum bum poetry of portraiture. I sound like my most adored Anna Wintour. Please call me I need to borrow some of those silks of the runway darling A. 
like pronto. 

You are welcome darlings, unfortunately I am not a blogger I cannot tag all the designers etc.Not my cup of tea, all I can say is my husband does not get my fashion sense oui, oui.

the writer with sens de la mode,

RSps. I have 10,099 portraits et it is exhausting!

Au revoir Fraire

            dearest,I lied I cannot think less, the more I do yoga or mediate the more headstrong I become, what can one say, I am like aballerina, glowing with creativity within yet I dance with words in my soul, hourly.I am out of control with stories at times, I think it makes me feel like by the time I am older et wiser I could feel like I did everything  I could of, with my most adorned et loved companion, words.
Nonetheless it’s a disease to never stop. Today I am working on my November publication, If you were ever one of my Instagram followers,  this book I dreamt of since 2018. Here we are my dearest little,Fraire. Oui abandoned by her parents. I know I have got real lenghtly  issues with this topic. My heart beats for the little ones in this world, that has been so unloved, uncared for et broken. 

They are little darlings world.

Well I shan’t make you cry, not today some other days perhaps?

Also I have this great fear world, I am going to tell you, I don’t want to finish my next novel, it is so damn harrowing.  I want it to stay a while longer with me.

“Don’t be a writer without knowing that the waltz you do mentally had to be  emotionally so as well.”I bid you adieu, good day rabbits,RS

Walls

      Dearest, Read carefully this is altogether mental chess playing.

 

“Non if my walls are up, don’t break them down. That’s simply trespassing.”

You know what happens to trespassers? I thought so. Merci for this extraordinary misconception

 

Bonjour world, today we think less.
oui,RS