Writer woes

 My dearest,I am such a crow with updates. Lately I fear I run far ways from writing. I am terribly now uninspired Et more than so, I have outdone myself this 2021 on publications. We are at our very last book for this year, I struggle because I have to end the year with a book i am most pleased with.
I know, troubles of a writer. That writes, and publishes like her daddy owns Simon Et Schuster.
Such wars in my head about being so timidly in the literary world. Some of us, are seeking quietness now in our aged lives.
To not be in your twenties Et look back is a very long harrowing yet beautifully challenging task. I would not want to look at all of the younger ones now seeking to build a beau to their existence. My golly that was complicated work. Et then think of having children back to back.
I sigh.
But I had the great thrill of so many lively faces to help me. A lot of people came Et go. Et if you are reading this, I sort of liked you very much.

Some I may have loved, but love is such a cheap tarnished word often used for a recollected moment non?

Henceforth,

the woes. I am hoping I do something remarkable for my family’s name. That could go both ways. I am a Shaikh by marriage, Et truth is, I’m catholic. Et truth is, we are Shaikh’s. So it’s going to be a Shaikh book. Such great agony in putting two sides of a pond together in harmony. Often I am judged when I attempt such beauteous jaunt of
Culture meets tradition.
Oh wish me Bonne Chance will you?   I hope you are well Et not a timid writer as some of us

 

lovely day.yours,RS

ps. My new favorite Christmas choral. My darling Roo is not having it

neither is mills.

Et ferrie says,

“mother what is this?”   Hallo, it’s my world let’s
just go with it little grown ups

holy jolly Et that f😳u!
ps. That portrait is a iconic
Mother Hubbard kinds.