Write me Mrs Shaikh

Mydarlings,

I have a grand tendency to post stories at midnight. Then I receive emails from my readers thanking me for giving them something to look forward too. Obviously they are 6-9 hours ahead. If you are reading my story in American time, you are a fan 🤷🏼‍♀️

So about the book in sad letters, Emeline Benoit, gee, a lot of messages. Firstly, I get it I’m a sullen writer. My husband said to me, “you know I visited your instagram and it’s very sad. Maybe make it happy?”

I honestly almost got out the car Et walked home. Luckily I am not a fan to the outside, I am wanted like mr rabbit says, so also it was the bloddy highway.
I am passionate about my work, and even so I am terribly passionate about me fulfilling a character and her many feelings. So many approach me with, “Mrs Shaikh are you depressed?”

theatrically I say,Darn right I am, in the worst way possible. My heart is beyond broken. But let’s be real, it’s what I do, so please step aside Et let this writer weep in ink.

I am not trying to be Shakespeare. Really. I am incredibly doleful but I must write Emeline.
Truth.
Also secret, I am in the middle of 3 books 🤷🏼‍♀️

I swear I am so hardworking. Et to make matters crazy my pool is being redone and there is major construction on my bath. My dearest husband is building me a French Victorian bath. I am happy though I don’t have 8 hours a day to spend in a tub y’all. But maybe he’s trying to tell me something

You know I must be the most well kept writer at times, but there are days that’s questionable. Especially that I really need to get back to working much more hours.

So look at this, my new papier for my walls. I am so mad… like why couldn’t this be in my writing room?

hence, I am in love with this.
My husband is doing what a man would do to keep a woman happy. Exhibit above. So I figure if you are a man reading this, get on that train.
Because i guarantee you, when your lady is happy, if she is, your dinner will never be late !