Confessions at tea

        Dearest you, 

Eight hours of reading this am, ugh my brain. It cannot. My attention span is craving a grande piece of

cake! 

I don’t eat flour, but it’s craving cake, imagine that.

I feel proud. And tired. Like rubbish. Like I ran a marathon. I need a nap. A 8 hour nap. If I fall asleep again in my writing room they will call me senior

Its like my new thing, I swear I’m working then I end up asleep or watching tick tock, or sending a million videos to everyone, which  I am so getting blocked, my little confession.

Like  to much productivity Is Terrible non?

They say too much work can make Jack a dull boy,
did anyone even care about Jill?

I think Jill said, to hell with this Merde I’m stealing my husbands Amex. Actually that’s my feeling. But the show must go on,

shall it? 
My best advice to you is, don’t write a kids story 400 pages long.Every month.
Of the year.I need to get into the Guinness world book of records. But I am sure if I ever did, they would say I paid someone, oh well I tried.

Carry on et whatever you do, don’t fall asleep c’est moi. In the middle of the day . Especially while eating dark chocolate et siping tea.
A very good way to ruin your reputation. 

Laters,

RS

ps. I don’t think Jill had a husband…