Rianna Shaikh's Blog, page 26

The lesson et why I write (biggest question )

darling you,

Its morning et I cannot for the sake of my brain open another book!
I really cannot.
I have got two books piled up et truth is I will probably have no publication for July

So, so, so let’s get to it shall we?
All of my books has already been written. For past 18-20 months. That’s why I am able to bring forth the creativity of my blatant depression of past 2 years. I write my great pains away,
that was Then.

Now, we’ll now I’m balanced so truth is when a woman is balanced so little can happen well wait for it…

 

Only if she is a writer.“I find for me being hurt, angst, anxious, upset in all ways, messed up, fed up, had it up enough, utterly betrayed, profondément malheureux, tired of people sorts, works  well for me, when writing book to book.”

 

Truth it is.

So to all that had the privilege of doing so, merci, thank you, bless you. All, everyone whom hath given me such pain, it was simply an opportunity to be better, henceforth I wrote so much.

Because I felt so much. I was emerged in a pond of excessive feeling. I could of drowned. Like really so, but as words would hear me whisper,  my pain for life was apparent, it was the ink to my Mont Blanc.

 

Hence, I bled my hurt to papier.
It’s hard work when you decide to stop et feel. I understand why a lot of you numb yourselves to not feel. But then what’s the point of such dearest?

Strick truth, We live  to feel, not to eat or be on the cover of Forbes, or to acquire so much that you sit alone in a mansion with a bag of  Hermès full of lies.
No sweet darling, they lied to you, happiness is your dream, to be happy. It may not happen as you wish, as it is so difficult to be happy.
I beg, don’t tell me to walk outside et smell roses, please don’t, gee even my husband knows better.

example:

Me:

“Shaikh i really, like really, Want, I need a green house pleaseeeeeeeee!”

My husband:

“Kaayyyy you hate the outdoors, bugs and flies et wildlife.”

 

Say no more darling, that was all I needed to hear et I closed that door as quickly as I opened it.
See?
Don’t waste your time smelling roses.
Roses are merely placed to attract you to the lesson et some apparent reason smelling roses they don’t make you happy.
Silly adults.
But the lessons is,

 

“There are no roses without thorns.”

In this life, as a person, a mother, a wife, I have learnt that I am going to feel et look at everything that no one wants to. Et it will hurt me. Clearly being a writer, fine print is pain. And more pain, bloddy reality. 

Not an easy task really.

I don’t write to become a bestseller either, I write to express the deeds, l’histoire, et flaws of my characters. If I get paid along the way, oh gracious great. Hence , If not better.  It only means I still enjoy being one. J’adore you et your aching questions to be read.Yours,

RS

Un journal 2, deux /2nd book

Introducing Un journal 2, I adore, this, book,
Twice!A snippet from my living room which has just been turned upside down like a page in a book that became a movie.
upsided down .

 

Oui!This book is Second to the first, hence, I am exhausted!

Back to lunch.
bonne journée les lapins!

yours,

RS

New publication

My readers,

As I go through month to month I try to do a publication Monthly, it will be posted here. This months private publication, July  2021 is
Un journal 2 .
A journal of petit stories/ quotes. I hope to share snippets.

Merci,
RS

 

quotes

Dearest,

 

I daily get bored, hence, I shall post one of my quotes. I shall try. It’s perhaps going to be an upcoming  book.

“We don’t know!”

let’s hope,

RS

 

Agents

Dearest Agents,

Merci beaucoup for your interest in the representation of Rianna Shaikh. Au courant Mrs Shaikh has published publicly 8 books, privately 20 plus books.

Hence, As there are other interest in her works, we advice most kindly to revert to the private publication page, as you see the fit she seeks is quite the task. As you know, she isn’t everyone’s  cup of tea.
Or coffee, we sincerely Yelp at such.

Do leave all your information that’s needed to find you, et

As Mrs Shaikh often says, “finding the right agent is more complicated than marriage.”

Well we wish you bonne chance,
Oh we do, au revoir for now!

Kindly,

Pegs, Pierre August0 et Hemings

Not ready, pas prêt

Dearest you,

There will be many times in your life when you are not ready for reality.
Like this photograph.
You may get ready.

You may sip ready.

You may scream ready.

You make tell yourself you are ready,
you may even look in the mirror et convince yourself you are ready.
But the truth stands, you may not be.
Never be,
ever so ready. 
But once grand mére said to me, “sometimes when you are not ready, it happens, la vie arrive.”

So if you are like me, not ever ready, when life becomes so ever so ready, darling you cannot stop destiny. My biggest consolation is that we are all born to become someone we are never ready for. bon dimanche!

 

rS

ps. Et oui I have too many portraits where my eyes are closed et I’m skipping around looking Fou

Perception

 

Dearest,

I find it so silly that as I truly begin to write children’s story that there’s always a Princess seeking a prince, a frog lost in the wilderness, a witch et step folks.
Maybe I’m a non typical one, where are the huntsmen et the knights?

Remembering the huntsman that was sent to sought the very heart of Snow. I don’t  know how it is that writers can put such concept in books. Children’s books. I think as an adult I would not be able to even watch Harry Potter. I swear I’d rather eat bread. And ice cream. Haven’t had both in 10 years.
go on gasp.

Why would there be one without the other? I’ll never be the writer that writers typicality. I cannot say it twice.
But as I move closer to my 20 something or books, I fear to say I am searching to find my way back to Wall Street. Sophie. Zur. Duren Chance. 
A pain that aches but excites you. I know how can you feel the two at once you ask?

Well as a Writer, you feel more than you
really should. You do. And you must learn to hold on to your reins properly so. Or you’ll fall. And you may break a few ribs. 
Awch.
I thank God for the few times I fell of Scarlett I didn’t do such. But you my dearest may be luckier than moi. 
Up so late, don’t ask why. 

Bonsoir,

Rianna k Shaikh

 

You are not parfait, donc pause.

it’s here that I sit et have tea. 

It’s here I think of you et I pause.

It’s here I hurt for you et I pause, it’s here I write for you et I pause, it’s here I shall no longer serve you tea. Now my darling, now pause.Rabbits we are not,RS

Hallo world

 

 

dearest,

This am I am lost for words. I suppose it’s better like that sometimes. Listening to Chopin. If there’s any sound that captures a time to gather dearest you, it’s him. 
Have a day of thought et tea, oui? 

Your writer,

Rianna Kay Shaikh

ps. I refuse to do 30 laps

Love, Sophie Becks

 

Without him..

dearest life, 

he is no longer with us. If I can’t continue then how can someone write of it?

if my heart overflows of pain, how can I bare it?

how can I do a thing. How can I deliver fervency? 

I am not broken, no, I was that with parents, today i bleed on paper when I say that my heart knows no words without him.  For I lived in  him, like the sky to the clouds, the air to our breaths, the waves to the sea, the grass to the earth.
the heart to your body, the leaves to a tree, your toes to your feet. 
Your voice to your mouth.
humanity to the earth.
I bare more pain than that of 1,000 Romeo et Juliets. 
you have forsaken me  love like  a mother to a new birth child.
However will our writer continue, I shan’t know….
Drowning in Valentino, Sophie Becks