et surely life happens …

 

    my dearest rabbits,

How are thou?

i take it thou is well. Well i shan’t sound like my fellow Shakespeare because he is dead Fine that was rude, rest up dear friend. Your era was filled to the brim of misery et tears. No wonder i am fallen on papier, though i shall never be as famous as him.

“Count your blessings Rianna Katey kate, count them ! “

So i was sleeping very late today, really honestly i was up till 3 am watching things on the screen. It was so necessary- hallo retired people do this non?

Well morning sun jolted in her beauty, my husband opened the doors looked at me et said,

“Can you write me a book on my childhood and please put Hamza in it?”

I was like…

“do you think i am stilla writer after this summer?”he laughed. I kept serious faced as i mean, hallo i have been missing in all things books for months. I feel like i need a therapist to sit me down et say,“darling hush now, it’s okay, it’s over. Summer is fin.”I mean …

I ate watermelons by the pool, swam like a fish, redesigned my entire house, plastered my walls in

de gournay like Sophie Becks, i planted a bloody conservatory- hallo move over Einstein this is my darn show!

And i also talked to random people by the seaside and not to be so humble but i can still drive my car! Fine i did not, a mouse did most of the time.

okay there it is. i cannot go back to life working like i did. all the time, 7 days a week, also writing books, all the time. non thank you.

 So this the verdict, i have fallen lazy. Still taking selfies….

That my friends is a real illness. So i had to inform you as i was trying to post on my insta i have realized  i got zero to say. or write. I feel like solidarity has ruined moi.
This “inner peace” business is seriously a thing. So if you happen to be a writer, a creative human where your job depends on it- run from inner peace.

Yah. run.

I have just saved you loads of money. and oui you are most welcomed. Or is it welcome?

  Your writer that hath discovered
vivre et inner peace,      Rianna kate Shaikhps. make up credits by Anastasia of BH, a girl knows to powder like Marie Antoinette et my famed scarf, my husband gifted from Germany. I think that’s why i let him travel. Shush don’t say that loud!