Weddings and Thank Yous!

In the interests of equality, a quick blog today to say a huge thank you to a very mysterious reviewer, who has kindly reviewed both my books on Amazon US and UK and said very nice things. A. Barker, whoever you are, you are a truly brilliant human being and I wish a huge Euromillions lottery win to befall you immediately!

I must say after writing 'Marrying' I am a little over weddings. That won't stop me watching Wills and Kate get hitched, of course. Nothing better than a completely valid reason to drink 48 wines in front of the telly in the middle of the day, is there? Unless you have a stack of delicious macaroons to go with them. Mental note - must make trip to Laduree in Burlington Arcade prior to end of month.

Well, it's a Friday, which means I am about 4000 words short of my weekly writing target again. Time to go and do work of some sort - although, wait, it's 10:30 a.m. A frap from Starbucks would be perfect just about now!

Phew - now on to the next one - but first . . .

I must apologise for being totally and utterly slack about my blog. What with interviews etc for 'Marrying Out of Money' I just haven't had the time. Plus, my fellow Prospera stable mate Naina Gupta has a new blog out and is already putting me to shame. http://naina-g.blogspot.com/ Not to mention Talli Roland, who blogs everyday religiously and with a finesse I could never hope to achieve unless extreme makeovers knocks at my door. http://talliroland.blogspot.com/

Hmm.

Right, well, the truth then?

I have been drowning my sorrows with a bad drop of Tongan plonk because the trolls have been at my books again.

Troll. Def: Evil loser who spends inordinate amount of time on line, posting 1-star reviews on Amazon and drooling at used Sci-fi t-shirts on eBay.

I wouldn't mind so much if some of them had actually appeared to bother reading the books. The latest person insists the book is an 'embarressment' (sic) and another says she read only two chapters but that the book had no plot.
Right, okay then, more wine.

So, how has this affected me?

Well, to be honest, it just made me more determined to displease the trolls further. Expect The Anti-model Agency to make no concessions to these dour reviewers with no sense of humour. I am really going to give them something to complain about. Okay, there will be a brilliant plot but I promise loads of cringing, embarrassing situations for my (two!) fans.

Seriously though, a huge thank you to the thousands who have bought my books over the past few months. I love you all. Really. Well, I would if I could. I am a bit like that!

Cheers,

Nicky.

Marrying is almost here!

I must apologise for my dismal attempts at blogging. For some reason working and writing (okay, and consuming large quantities of pastries) is taking up all of my time.

Anyway, in about a week, Marrying Out of Money will be released on Kindle, and in bookstores in March or April.

Prospera Publishing is about to send the book out for review. If you are happy to upload your thoughts to Amazon then send an email to editor@prospera.co.uk and they will send you a pdf version of the book to review in the next week or so. They tell me that previous requests for book reviews will be honoured, so if you have already sent your details to Sam at Prospera, she will flick you an email to see if you want to review the book.

Given I am now totally traumatised by people who think I have ripped off Sophie Kinsella, hopefully Marrying will show me in a diffent light. Okay, the same light but without letters at the front of each chapter! (For the record, I hadn't read Shopaholic until my book was published. Who would have thought two authors would think of the same letter-writing device!)

By the way, check out this review on the Amazon US site!

http://www.amazon.com/review/R1VXWL7PBC5BYI/ref=cm_cr_pr_viewpnt#R1VXWL7PBC5BYI

One word.

Gosh.

EVIL REVIEWS

So it was all going along nicely on Kindle and then someone posted the most horrible review of Naked! Obviously didn't get that the book is essentially chick-lit and a comedy. Seemed to think I was trying to write another Shopaholic (a reviewer made the connection to Sophie Kinsella, not me) and took joy in insisting I didn't know where the plot was going.

I know it's only one amongst the many positive reviews, but it still hurts. Still, people have a right to an opinion. Going to drown myself in cupcakes now!

Final drafts, edits and hell

What do the above three have in common. Hmm. Not difficult, is it? They all involve time spent away from XFactor, EastEnders, donut-buying activities and any other insignificant way I can procrastinate.

Marrying Out of Money, my second novel, is due out on ebook/Kindle etc November 30th, and it is going to be a close-run thing as to whether it is ready in time.

There are so many important aspects of publicity that I am ignoring, because I am tied to my desk (before and after hours, thanks to my day job) writing, fine-tuning, and generally freaking out.

Luckily, the paperback version of the title is now scheduled for mid-2011 (phew), which does give me some time to drum up decent business, but still, we all know how important it is for authors to get out there and spread the word. Instead of spreading jam on a toastie, which is about what I am managing these days.

On a brighter note, Naked in Knightsbridge is selling well on Kindle - a nice surprise, especially since I expected loads of returns when people realised it wasn't porn. As chick-lit authors go, I am pretty sedate when it comes to bedroom antics (literally, and in an authorship sense!). I suppose too much gooey stuff bores me, so I prefer not to include it.

So that's it for now. Apologies if I am a little down-beat. Must be low blood sugar!

Best,

Nicky.

Summer, novels and cellulite

It’s difficult enough to motivate myself when it’s cold and there’s no other option but to stay inside and work, but all this lovely sunshine is creating problems for my deadlines. I mean, I could work at an outdoor table, if there was an outlet for my laptop. I could bring a spare battery for my laptop, I suppose, but once I’ve loaded by bag with pastries, er . . . suncream, sunglasses and newspaper, it’s so heavy that I need one of those ditty little Ikea trolleys to drag it around. By the way, in case you are wondering, I am one of those people who buy a coffee and sit in a café, then sneakily consume cheaper, taster fare from elsewhere where the baristas aren’t looking. Come on, don’t judge me - I work in publishing, for god’s sake! Besides, last I looked, macaroons et al are in short supply at those generic cafés around London.
So, with the Marrying Out of Money deadline looming, I need someone to come and tie me to a desk, preferably in a dark closet with no tempting sunshine to distract me.
And before I get a mail from that guy with hair lip, limp and questionable morals, not you! But I am available for a date at that café by the Serpentine if you’re paying.

A taste of the new

For all of those who have been asking about Marrying Out of Money via Prospera's Twitter and website, here is a snippet of what it's all about. Only a snippet, mind you, because thanks to my rubbish computer abilities, that's pretty much all I have.

Okay, it all starts with a rich coffee heiress questioning the dedication of her less than erudite, tree-hugging boyfriend, who is a member rockband 4BY4. The social climbing mother of said heiress decides that enough is enough, and hooks up with a poverty-stricken aristocrat to arrange a marriage between the heiress and a snotty, outrageously good-looking Harry Partington - 40th in line to the throne. Not surprisingly, for both parties, it's hate on sight. Still desperately in love with the rockstar, but with her beloved father ill and wanting nothing more that to see her married, the heiress sets about making herself so repulsive that the aristocrats decide a future on a derelict council estate is preferable to having her as a daughter-in-law. Of course, nothing goes according to plan.