katie not at all like Amelia

dearest you,

Because whatever you choose to do, you do it with your all, ton tout. No matter the price, as you see there comes a point when the price you suppose is it may never suffice. Like for instance this new book, it’s quite sad, almost as if I am always founded under the willow to retire a tale of an orphan or a young person feeling rather unloved, Unliked et mostly abandoned.

I say no publisher in this world can pay me for what I do. I humbly Say so, as it’s putting a price on art that almost drowned you, to then revive you at the shores. I noted this to myself when I sit down to write, even till the early of a new day penning my heart to a perfection of a life. Unfounded until I write them a book. Then what happens at the very end?
Hence, to answer the many questions from my readers, after I received many emails on what book is next, AND why I choose to privately publicate most of my books, it’s very quite simple:

I simply adore my characters et I tell their story as they choose.  I Don’t flow to sell, I write to tell, because it’s theirs not mine.

I feel their pain, I jump even when they do, I skip when they do et I fall simply as they do, without effort. I write it all as it’s felt. No apologies. And I design it as if they wanted it to be as it is.
There it is, and my most important of things, ever so, my books are as I want them, I have no one to answer too. No one. Not yet.

But my books, they are the grandest thing on my coffee table, with 400 pages, and I am so incredibly fulfilled as you see if I were to sell this book as is, it would cost over 250.00 per book.
c’est fou
I must confess,  I no longer linger or  yearn for you Simon. And I no longer linger for you Schuster.

I know it’s everyone’s dream, to be on their desk. Lately I fancy my very own on my desk!

So To my darling readers, I truly write to explore the lives of the many characters that find me a tale to tell. I love the broken adventures in mansions or in cottages, lost in the evergreens et terribly dark forêt,  even the story of the orphans that are so much like us, hopelessly in love with an idea, the idea of being happy…. silly ideal really.
well I must go, until we tail again.

trouver heureux!

Your writer,

RS
ps. Pages from my new book in the making