Can you do it? ( part deux)

Dearest you,

Had I given thee much time to think of can you?
I may have but truth be I have had very little sleep in 2 days. As I am in between two books at the Au courant.
Two, deux.
So shall we?

I did my last writing post as I was asked by a few new writers such a trail of questions. Pardon my French but writing isn’t for sissies.

las poule mouillée!

Is that a word?
I think yesterday I was beyond tired during my family meeting et I sat across from my eldest Ferrie et my husband and I said, “ I must attend to my work.”

They both were so serious staring at me, then they both laughed loudly, after my husband said,

“ you are the only one that is up at 2 AM writing books, like you have got a deadline with Simon et Schuster.”

I laughed, then I wept. Oh it’s quite frustrating to be a perfectionist at 2am, see.
Seriously so.
Mental exhaustion after writing two books back to back, is a real thing
Hence, my reality is darlings, respectfully, I could do whatever the Fudge hickins I want, and when.
I have got private publications that cost 1500. To 2500. Per book.

Yes. I can own that. Because no publisher can give me that right now. Oui, non.
absolument aucun.
So what’s my morale?
Money cannot speak to me like HEART, sorry.
And I am now 200 percent sure that I have hit a certain level of fou and I am on a role!

I work hard.
So hard.
Daily.

toutes les heures.

No one can pay me enough to stay up till 3 am to write a book. Because there are many things money cannot buy my dearest. Time is one of them.
But I want to do my books regardless of Simon.

Why I need to…

It’s the core of my existence.

Its the hand on my clock that ticks hourly. Well minus the annoying bird chirping at the hour.
I sigh.

And these books are my companion. A good thing when you call yourself a writer.
These characters are the ink in my Mont Blanc.

Oh and we all need that ink, non?
So Tell your story as it is.
Don’t forge a different end nor a beginning.
The fame, the pennies, the whatever you seek will follow, but don’t try to create what isn’t to be.
Especially on paper.
That’s it.
You asked, I answered.
My stories, all 399 pages are as I want them.
Infact if you are reading this and you think you may want to get me published or be my agent firstly, do think again.

I mean that well. And I shall guarantee you, you never met a writer as awkward as moi.
The 24 books in private publication that will be given to an agent THEY will have to match them, as they are.
Simply because, I mean business.
And the children I write for are not normal. Most of my books are charming as most of my characters are all not so alike.
And so for the normals one as they say, they too will envision the nØT so normal as captivating.
I’m writing books, I’m designing my books, I am printing my books, and mostly importantly, most ever so, the audience is a child that cannot walk nor talk.
If he loathes it, I scrap it et start again.

First I must question the dislikes of it. And often I try to tell the morale but mostly I think he’s actually showing me what it’s like to see things through another’s eyes.
So I will re visit the book and then do another.
I don’t fix stories, I write them.
Because I can.
I will.
On repeat.
Daily.

Often Nightly.

Nevertheless, Writer to writer, to heck with what’s been done, here’s to a new genre.

The Rianna Shaikh one perhaps?
I hope this helps you to find the you that you ought to be. It took me a very long time.
And a lot of money. A team really to tell me that my writing is pure merde. And all my characters in my children’s books were just mannered et properly dressed.
Oh the critics they can go look for Alice
But I was only stumbling to find my inner voice.
So to my dearest Blanc rabbit, I j’adore you.
My readers I am all so complicated, but I know, je connais, that you get it.
merci beaucoup for all your love et patience.