From my desk
My dearest day,Its hard to say when the skies are blue, the winds are free Et the light is there, it’s hard to pay attention to your clarity.For when books beckon, I must ignore the daylight. I bet it’s beautiful when it’s clear, when the skies paint themselves to almost ten different shades of blue.
I bet it is beautiful. But when a woman has focus 11,900 people cannot break her Witt’s to write a book till it’s end.
But that’s my very bet. I cannot leave my desk till I’m done with edits of another Children’s book. It is such luxury to tire oneself to the the papier of another’s story. But I find it to be a over lasting joie of being confined to my work.
My husband is actually texting me what is for dinner. Hahahaha- nothing. Unless everyone wants tea Et dark chocolats-
my desk is full of it 
But you know, this is my life. I don’t leave this very house till I’m done.
But Oui, I will respond to the few agents that has sent such professional emails. Sorry dearest I’m in the middle of 3 different books right now. My assistant Pegs is away. Perhaps she ran away from moi 
Kind of weird when the world seeks you. Non?
Well carry on darlings, the work must go on.
Remember what you do with your time is your choice. My choice is oddly tiring.
I need chocolats 
RSPs. The only printed manuscript
from a few years ago. I swear,
that’s all I do , print, print,
print. Such a bore. I am.
a very expensive one, according
to master card, discover Et ?
