Showing posts with label authors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label authors. Show all posts

Monday, 3 January 2011

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.

Monday, 11 October 2010

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.

Monday, 7 June 2010

ME, MYSELF AND NICKY

So, as most of you may suspect, my true identity is hidden from the world-at-large. The reason, of course, is that should the world-at-large (read: those with little or no sense of humour) discover my serious daily persona actually hides a slightly deranged cake-eating chick-lit author, me and my reasonably large rear end will become too-well acquainted with a Jools'-style cardboard box in which to live. Well, okay, I probably won't get booted into a box, but certain people I come into contact with on a daily basis may be less than impressed with my schizo tendencies.

Having said all that, it is kind of nice living a double life, particularly as I get to admit to my hero worship of sugar without it affecting any stuffy board meetings. God, I hate those meetings. The ones where they lay out half-a-dozen tasty little morsels but every single woman in the room refuses one least she looks like a porker just released from a trough. Now, you'd think I would just tuck in, wouldn't you (given I have no self-control when it comes to pastries), but no, when I am not Nicky, I am serious, sensible, and even manage to keep the decibels on my stomach rumbles to a level only a dog could hear.

Luckily, I am becoming adapt at being Nicky for a good portion of the day now. Before work, lunch, after work. It's amazing how many cafes will let you linger over one cappuccino for hours. Well one coffee and four cupcakes, but you get the point.

So, that's it for Nicky now. Time to head back to tedium and statistics. I'll write again soon. But first, must really spend some time on Marrying Out of Money! Happy eating,

N.
Showing posts with label authors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label authors. Show all posts

Monday, 3 January 2011

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.

Monday, 11 October 2010

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.

Monday, 7 June 2010

ME, MYSELF AND NICKY

So, as most of you may suspect, my true identity is hidden from the world-at-large. The reason, of course, is that should the world-at-large (read: those with little or no sense of humour) discover my serious daily persona actually hides a slightly deranged cake-eating chick-lit author, me and my reasonably large rear end will become too-well acquainted with a Jools'-style cardboard box in which to live. Well, okay, I probably won't get booted into a box, but certain people I come into contact with on a daily basis may be less than impressed with my schizo tendencies.

Having said all that, it is kind of nice living a double life, particularly as I get to admit to my hero worship of sugar without it affecting any stuffy board meetings. God, I hate those meetings. The ones where they lay out half-a-dozen tasty little morsels but every single woman in the room refuses one least she looks like a porker just released from a trough. Now, you'd think I would just tuck in, wouldn't you (given I have no self-control when it comes to pastries), but no, when I am not Nicky, I am serious, sensible, and even manage to keep the decibels on my stomach rumbles to a level only a dog could hear.

Luckily, I am becoming adapt at being Nicky for a good portion of the day now. Before work, lunch, after work. It's amazing how many cafes will let you linger over one cappuccino for hours. Well one coffee and four cupcakes, but you get the point.

So, that's it for Nicky now. Time to head back to tedium and statistics. I'll write again soon. But first, must really spend some time on Marrying Out of Money! Happy eating,

N.