Because you can have manners, dearest

 

Dearest you, I often thought that bravery was a club I’d never be a part of. Surely gathering things is very different from living in moments et then capturing them for life.

 

I am not an adventurer.

i am a safe traveler, especially after my children were birth.  But I dare to say being a writer is the biggest pleasure of my life. Might I say to you, this my Portfolio is my hobby. I mean it. That’s why I haven’t sold my art. Just yet.

The thing is I find it to be the greatest release in my life, nothing will compare to it, et nothing will compare to the joie it gives me to pass by my writing room et look at my stack of accomplishments, my books. No amount of money, fortune, wealth, titles will ever be able to sit close to the Idea of loosing oneself completely in a story.

Especially one that doesn’t belong to you.

It’s equivalent to living many lives in one heart. That’s the beauty of being free to do whatever you like.

It’s a luxury to be free with papier et a pen et it’s also equally broken with a side of thrill to write from the heart, le coeur. I often get from people …

“that I am very pompous, i am so privileged, I think I am soooooooo genious, oh do you really want us to think you write all those books by yoursef, you write for the rich!”

Here’s the thing, I spend my time not jaunting the world taking photographs, rather writing emotions et getting lost in the heart et mind.

one word,

insanity,dearest there isn’t a bliss in this.

So if you think anyone would journey beside me to actually put all I feel into paper as I speak of, one word,

Impossible.Second to that, it’s no pleasure to be constant in a story daily, nightly, hourly, secondly, it’s an actually messed up thing, Emotion.“Because I couldn’t write pure shit to be paid.”Pardon the French.
Money does not Speak to me, people do.
Et besides, all the bestsellers put me to sleep. Maybe one didn’t, 50 shades of grey.

Grey is no longer a color, but a volume of things. Well done.

Hence,
I am a woman not a checkbook.
I am human, not a robot.
And I am so secure in my freaking work, it’s now a sin.Most important, Rianna Shaikh cannot be bought. Because, I have bought everything I ever wanted, now I work  for free. I write stories that no one wants to sell. I don’t care, at all. Thank you to my son, my darling, my heartbeat, my world, my breath, for teaching me the reality of humanity.I hope the clarity you seek is clear, but may you know that someone once said to me,“it’s not what you say, it’s the manner in how you say it.”

Unfortunately my darlings, money doesn’t buy manners but it could buy you,

an etiquette coach.

Mannerisms is the most important, so make yourself familiar with such, before you seek a literary agent.

Rejection  is the best thing that’s happened to me. Thank you to the writers house for that.

your writer,

Rianna Shaikh

ps. Doors are closed for a reason.