I am Rianna Shaikh

 

  Dearest,Today I was out in the world et lightning struck, the rains fell, the skies cried et I swear I stood outside a restaurant on its Tuscan bench, looking at a tree wondering if it were real.
Milly accompanies me like she were my little Kevin Costner, from the bodyguard.
Truth is if I were to have a bodyguard, I hope it would be like him, because the man rarely missed an arrow.

Ironically in my book, there are many bodyguards with Zur. I cannot say he was not of importance in life to her as to me.
So, it rained, I walked in the rains with my loubottoms et I was soaked. It made me feel like,

in order to be a writer all you have to do is feel. I did do. I did.I have never in my life seen storms so closely. I was aggravated really because I left my home 35 minutes before they closed the doors to a very important place. I thought today was the day I did major damage.Because I am Rianna Shaikh, I live once, I’d do whatever I want, I’ll be whatever I am et I Vow to let no one tell me anything different.

Also, also I’m writing an x rated novel now world, deal with it, will yah.The worse part is I have more people in this world that loathes me. Et I should be in a corner crying really, don’t laugh.

I have more fans than readers, I have more people reading my pages than my books, I have more followers than supporters. I tell myself worry not they are all

fans.

I know that this privacy i so like is almost down the drain. I guarantee you, all of you one thing, my critics will soon understand who I am. As will the world, who thought me to be a careless nothing.

As a writer, a woman, a mother, me.

And I vow by my next public production, I won’t hide from my reality. Oui, comprende?

Well I’m in almost print for orphan 1. Minor setback.

Your writer,

Rianna k Shaikh