Mount Severest

 

 

      World,

I am utterly amped up, on a mission. Like James Bond. Except he was braver, much more dangerous, better looking, wow better looking. We are probably loathe equally though, non?

But yah I am on a mission. Don’t know what it is, but it’s one. Hence, I felt like I haven’t seen daylight in weeks. That’s my work load. Intense. Hence, I still try to spend, 30 minutes a day, reading my emails Et dms. Oui I do. I try to be personable. Golly that’s like hiking up bloddy mount severest. Not Everest. SEverest. I made that up. You like?

So I am exhausted. Oh golly, I act like I am being paid six figures to work this much. Truth is it’s my passion that drives me up mount Severest

I live to write. I cannot lie. Everything else I am so over. I swear, I need a Caldecott. Or a masseuse. I honestly need to spend my weekends without my work. I imagine, I would not  know how to exist. I know it sounds terrible, but can I tell you a secret?

I am running from everything. I am. I really am, so to hell with the Caldecott, I need sneakers

I am sorry to be so honest. I find lately adding Kate to my books made me hide in my bluntness. I write so honestly that it’s a tad different. Anyways, I thank you so much for the letters. I am working hard as heck. So I can have the most enormous resume ever.
Because 99.6 percent of the world annoys me. And the the extra 4 percent had broken me.
I wish you happy in your mount Severest. And world, my heart breaks for the people of Ukraine.

        Bloddy Hell. Mr President, sir  what the enormous F are you doing?

There are so many children with tears, without homes Et mostly without fathers. I swear to you, this world has failed the little hearts.

   I stand without words, for the  love of humanity is senseless.yours,Rianna Kate Shaikh