The art of nothingness

     Dearest,it is such a thing, a beautiful one. I am in the midst of doing nothing but merrily sip tea, literally baking, umm I cannot lie I live with a baker Et I clean my house like I’m about to have a major tea party. I am most glad that the Wall Street days of non stop entertaining is over. Oh but the good news I own 1001 tea cups. Hence, i plan to sit beside my salt water pool Et bask in my immediate lostness.
Complicated  seriousness, my heart felt emotions Et I. I want to do absolutely nothing. I literally stare at my desk Et close the French doors to my French aristocratic writing rooms. Yes, rooms. I imagine being my husband is very difficult- I am a very expensive wife. I must admit.If I were a man, I’d leave me that’s me being tiredly honest. Hence, the good to it, I am a bloddy good wife. And the best mother I can be. So yah, I deserve all the good the world can give. Well let’s not mother Theresa me, because when you anger me, that’s another side of the crowm you won’t like. It’s 2 am. I am actually packing my books and stacking up my formal living room, Oui my piano room, I intend to live here all summer. Opening the vast French doors Et legitimately rolling into the pool then having myself a masseuse, hallo you won’t recognize me this summer, I am fully retired to everyone seeking me in the literary world. I am officially aware that I may be a bit young still to retire but I have to tell you, motherhood is a real place Et a full time job, my husband is a full time job too. Hence, i had to take an early retirement y’all

But I did 4 books in five months, you have no idea what that does to you. Last year I printed 12 books.

god that was very difficult. That’s why I plan on not being out Et abouts this summer- I am going to the countryside, hiding from civility. Gosh, imagine that. But lucky for us, the  husband has built me a house of home. First time in my life, after owning so many houses. I am blessed, indeed.
I would always say, your deeds my darlings are so important to who you become Et where you end up. Never loose sight of the good, the very good in the world that god  hath made.
Well goodnight darlings, I just drank a cup of chamomile tea, and I swear I’ll end up fallen of my velvet settee, if I continue to write.

J’adore you,

Rianna Kate Shaikh