dearest One million (Instagram)

Dearest 0ne million,

it’s been a long time since I had walked the other way in the eyes of the literary world on the social scene. Oui Instagram especially.
Many days et nights hath elapsed, the clouds even bid it’s farewell to me.

I hadn’t budge, my mind won’t let me even fathom the scenic of the past. But there comes a day that even the best equestrian has to let go of her reins and jump of the saddle. Life isn’t a race to perfection, non ce n’est pas.

I had wanted and longed to say that though I treated you as an accessory, a number so they speak of, a fluff of tulle to be worn but once, you were not. You are more like a horizon of sunlight.

je Pense.

Though I am fully aware that I left my readers without notice. Or care. For reasons of my own.

I lack from time to time the care to be known to the public. Furthermore I left my one million followers to the hot air balloon on a windy day, whilst I chase rabbits barefoot on the greens.

Darlings do forgive.

I am not quite public, though I am a writer of sorts. Hence, this is my apology for leaving you without notice. Of course 2020 wasn’t any ones year!

Here my dearest diary, my letters to you. We begin again. I begin again.

My gratitude to the many of you that I call readers, fans, some foes, some rather great disturbances, many I consider leaves of many branches seeking a good book to critique, most of you my dearest readers. And of course the big critics.

To you I ask, be polite in your addressing me as a person, a writer, a mother, a wife, a human being. And no I am not a pompous human, obviously I write for an exception of a crowd. If it isn’t for you, I do beg, read the works of others, and be like Siskel would to Ebert.

The bottom line is I thank you, the kind rest, for getting me. For understanding that I shall pour my heart utterly et truly only into my books, with the greatest hope that one day when I’m ready to share my works with you I will. One day, not there yet.
I vow. So of to the day, merci beaucoup, gracias, يحبك لك,

Dhan’yabāda, hvala ti, 谢谢你, dank je, ευχαριστώ, ਤੁਹਾਡਾ ਧੰਨਵਾਦ, Danke, shukran.

I am most gracious for the ability to write for you, and to mostly feel for all. But for now, this is my only social platform. I am aware I am a queer square. Perhaps the only writer that cares not to be known or found but rather read. Oui, I said it, I mean it et I hope we all get it….

(wicked laugh)!

J’adore you my readers.

For like ever, oui?

Good day darlings

ps. Working on a book part two, that was one of many’s favorite. Think of the Long Island sound. Make no sound…. tip toe if you may