Un journal one (back)

Dearest you,

After my early am post yesterday, I was reminded that many would love to see the back cover. 

Bonjour world, I am absolutely glad that after my private stunt in 2019, I still have readers et some very kind ones reminding me, that they are eager for my newly private publications to become public.

In time my dearest readers,

in time!

Its not so simple, it’s a project that only a very great genius can accomplish. I have been told by a many few they are “coffee table books.”

At this point, oui, I would honestly speak to only agents/ publishers that can replicate this, simple complication.You see, I want the world of children to hold something that has not been done.
Example, when I open my books for darling Roo, he stares with greatest excitement et eager to listen.  My often, ever so often,  when I open my grande books, I feel as if it’s a trip to Disney world for him,or for any child that’s seen it but never nor once.I live for that gasp of anticipation of “Maman you are ridiculously good!”
Sorry world, that’s when you know you are a real writer. When the eyes of children bare a sense of confusion, wrapped in utter anticipation of what a writer hath bought to life, in books.
At this pinpoint, I want exactly what I’ve done.
Trust me, there’s a way, because there’s a will, silly rabbits, don’t  you know that?I kindly, refuse all publishers that shall want  to take my books et shrink it into a common print.

Quite frankly, I don’t think Pierre Augusto et Hem would appreciate such.

“yah not a fan!”

Off  to my Pilates, where I’m almost 99.8 percent sure I’ll hurt my back. Well the good news is, I have been banned from riding horses etc, fallen of to many saddles etchera, et etc.

I swear I should be getting a driver next, glly, Higgins et what the flipping frog has my life become?

we dont know.

Oh well life goes on,

RS