It’s simple non?

 

             Dearest you,

This is month nine. Obviously for everyone in the world, oui? But it’s the 9th Month in book prints for moi.

I am at the au courant feeling it all over my whims et fancy, you guys this has been work,

to say the least thank heavens I wrote books to print, because my creativity is becoming very grim.

I think that’s why writers produce one book per year, or perhaps every 2 years, it’s a great constant flow.  Until it’s done. Then you are back to square 1. But luckily I need no inspiration, I need characters.
Story, feeling, pain, whatever gets the words jumping onto my screen

hence, are you ready for it…. Next book, lady pain.

This is pages of mére shiny agony. Written to seem to be letters from

broken hearts.

I can’t elaborate, this is a late print for September. Then I am working on my biggest project which honestly probably feels like all my 9 books in one. I am not a born natural novelists, sorry to say. It’s just a long, overly emotional process et by the end of the day I need a masseuse et bars of dark chocolate, it’s obviously not enviable.

Well wish me luck, I have got things to do et i actually need to leave my home, I silently scream in agony,

 

“WHY world, why ….”

yours,

RS