Monday 15 April 2024

The Highs and Lows of Cycling...

The life cycle? The lunar cycle? The menstrual cycle? Isn't the world just a series of repeated cycles? Hey Scientists! Ponder that, why don't you. 

But before all that, let's cycle back for a moment - intentional pun! I once wrote a post that went viral. A bit viral anyway. It got shared on a writing website so its reach was wider than my usual bubble. The topic? The editing process. It was split into three parts. The early stage, where you're chipper and up for the challenge. The middle stage, where your manuscript is a depressing quagmire of a million problems. Then the final stage when the story's emerged and you're tidying and polishing. If you want to remind yourself of it in all its glory, knock yourself out here

A woman sits on a sofa with an open laptop on her knee. It flicks to her in a variety of positions - lying on her back with her laptop on her thighs, sitting on the floor with the laptop in front of her leaning back on the sofa, sitting on the arm of the sofa thing to write that way. It gives the impression of someone trying to write and struggling to get into a flow.
Chatting to a writing friend this week got me thinking. Forget the editing process. The writing process cycles through a set of similarly turbulent stages. Each one a necessary part of proceedings; never changing, reducing, or simplifying with each new book. At least that's how I find it. For me, it takes two years to go from initial idea to book publication. But that two years? Like my menstrual cycle, it's a roller coaster. As I near the end of my current novel's journey (pre-order today, out in May!) let me guide you through the twists and turns of my indie-writing process.

1. Become Germ-Ridden!
You get a germ of a idea. A vague bit of plot that's popped into your head, or a character you'd like to spend time with starts pinging about in your brain. The germ won't go away. In fact, it's growing. At some point, to calm things down, you open a Word Doc or a notepad, and type/scrawl down some ideas. It's pure and uninhibited. No one else cares. You only started to care yourself three minutes ago. You make notes, you walk away. You think again about the germ and add some more. Eventually, the initial idea has shaped itself into pages and pages of typing/scribble/nonsense. It's an incoherent mess but it's something. It's a start and you're hooked.

2. Plan Your Ass Off! 
By spending time organising your madly scribbled notes into coherence, the shape of the story shows itself. The first shape, anyway. It'll change - many times - before the cycle is complete. But in the cold, calm light of day, and with lots more crossings out and/or deletions, you have a chapter breakdown. The plot is paced out and the characters are created. There's a build up to the drama/conflict/emotional crux and then there's the come down/resolution/redemption. There's a shape and a flow despite it only existing in bullet points or brief chapter descriptions. It's all so bloody exciting.

3. Flesh It Out!
It's time to flesh out your chapter synopses. Which details need work? What research is needed? Do you know every characters? Is the setting clear in your mind? If a plot point is introduced in chapter three, does it have a resolution later in the plan? Each chapter's plan now fills a couple of pages in a notebook. Snatches of dialogue or description start to appear. You note them down in the appropriate place. This sparks off another bit of description which gets added to another appropriate place. Ideas are buzzing all over the show and you're desperate to start writing.

4. And Begin!
You're ecstatic you can finally being to type/write. Chapter One. Once upon a time... or something like that. Actually the first sentence is never easy. I use a placeholder so I don't spend three days working out how to begin and then lose all that lovely momentum. So, 'One day there was a woman called Nicky,' is an entirely acceptable opening sentence for your first draft. Type it and then move on to your story. 

An animated cartoon girl, sitting at a desk and typing away in deep concentration, with the word 'WRITE" animated in the background and dancing around.
5. All Guns Blazing!
You're on fire! Using your planning notebook as a guide, you're churning out the chapters with the gayest of all abandon. It's utterly shite but it matters not a jot! You're crossing off plot points, introducing characters, and forcing out the story from your head and notebook onto a real life manuscript. It doesn't read well, but it reads. It's a thing. You're writing a thing. Draft one is now complete!

6. My Personal Hell!
Editing. If you clicked the link to my old post at the top, you'll already have the gist. This is my worst part. Not that it isn't ultimately satisfying. It's just that it takes so long to get to that point. You see, first you have to wade through a bajillion tonnes of self-doubt. But the good news is, that this is the stage where the magic happens. It's a cliche (no really, I can't believe I'm about to type these words) but imagine a block of marble. A sculptor will chisel and tap and whittle away (can you tell I've never sculpted?) and for ages it'll look like a misshapen lump of posh stone. But then... eventually... finally... it'll be... Michelangelo's David! Yes, that's what we're aiming for. That waffly, over-written, meandering pile of nonsense that you've worked on forever, will have its rough edges smoothed and become a classic piece of art for the ages. The beauty, messaging, and clarity will come through. It just won't be evident until the very end of the scultping/editing process. You have to believe. You just have to belief you're the absolute expert of your story/lump of stone and one day it'll be something stunning.

7. Gulp. Readers!
Deep breaths... and SEND. Yes, you've got to show people your bestest draft. By now, you've forgotten how to be excited about it. It's been in front of your eyes for so long, you can no longer tell when something's working or not. But other people can! Send it to those you know will be respectful and honest. That's what the early readers need to be. Don't send it to people you dislike or whose opinions you don't rate. You won't listen to them. But those people you DO trust - whether it be family members, in-laws, friends, colleagues, neighbours, or eventually and ideally, a professional editor - their feedback is gold. Consider what they say. Mull over their points. Change the ones that ring true for you. Make it the best you can. Read it, read it again, and repeat that process 24557 times. Read it aloud, read it printed out, read it in a different font, read it with a ruler under each line. Check every tiny bloody thing and check it again. At some point you will have to decide you've got your final draft.

8. Bloody Admin!
It's all a bit techy for the next stage. And for me, that means boring and difficult. You'll need to typeset your draft so it looks like the pages of a book. You'll need to format your final draft of that typeset document to be compatible with the publishing platform you're going to use. You'll need to upload the metadata onto that platform, as well as registering the book title on various sites (Neilsen and ALCS for eg) and you'll need to select the book classification categories that your story sits within. This stage can take a while for someone like me. I'm happiest when I get to type lovely words every day, and not when I'm expected to be technically precise in a variety of formats. Oh and also, the front cover needs doing!

9. Work it, Girl!
Sell yourself! Spread the word! Tell everyone you know! Use a range of social media, print flyers, get postcards made, pay for Facebook ads or just get talking to anyone you pass in the street. No one will know about your book unless you tell them. So tell them. Even though it's proper cringe, tell them. If you haven't already guessed, I find this stage excruciating. And if you also hadn't already guessed, this is the exact stage I'm at now. For the next month at least. 

10. We Have Lift Off!
And it's OUT! Publication day has arrived. Friends and family have told you they've pre-ordered it, which is lovely. You hope other people have too, and tomorrow you'll worry about that and assume you're a shit writer if no one has. But for one glorious day, you feel invincible. You're on top of the world. Like you've scaled the highest of peaks. It's amazing. Life is wonderful. You've only gone and written a frigging book! You celebrate, you hug yourself with glee, and then you sleep the sleep of the deeply satisfied.

11. And We've Landed!
What comes up, must come down. We all know this, right? But oh, that bumpy landing! It's no fun. We're back to self-doubt folks. What if no one reviews your book? What if you only get one star reviews? What if people tell you it was crap and that you've wasted the past two years of your life? What if you can never show your face in public again? WHAT IF? WHAT IF? WHAT IF? The good news is, this stage will pass. Ignore the voices, ride it out, it WILL pass. And at some point, you'll have stopped lying down in a dark room long enough to find yourself having the germ of a new idea. And just like that, you're back. Stage One beckons. Ready to saddle up that horse again? Course you are! There are stories to be told and books to be ridden. Giddy up horsey and off you go!

Drew Barrymore is talking. The caption reads, 'Addicted to the process.'
I'm not sure how this post read to you, but by typing out those stages - the ones I've been cycling through since 2013 - has left me in a cold sweat. I guess like anything in life, the best thing is to enjoy the good parts and recognise that the bad parts are transient. And even though I'm in Stage Nine, and it's - as I clearly state above - proper cringe, being on the home straight is exciting. Having the germ of my next book is exciting too. Just as with life, the moon, and periods, the good times will always be cycling around, while the tricker times will eventually be on their merry way. Happy writing to those of us that tackle this maddest of cycles. Isn't it an absolute trip?!

Have a lovely week, folks.

Monday 8 April 2024

Soz to the Envelope Buyers of Speke...

Marilyn Monroe at an awards ceremony. SHe's at the podium in a posh, black, off the shoulder dress, and the caption says, 'The envelope please.' Then someone off the camera, hands her an envelope.
Me, repeatedly, in WH Smiths.
I
f, last week, you'd been on the search for a medium sized Jiffy bag in Speke WH Smiths, I'm sorry to say you'd have had a wasted trip. Damn book tours! I cleared the shelves of all their mid-sized padded envelopes on Thursday as I prepared to send out copies of the new book to the reviewers who had signed up. 

I quite like having to complete a list of admin tasks. As well as emptying envelope shelves, I spent the weekend filling out address labels and writing thank you notes. It's nice to have a clear list that can be decisively ticked off. Sometimes my To Do list says things like 'beef up the end of Chapter 2' or 'fix what's wrong with the opening paragraph.' These are far less tangible than addressing envelopes and visiting the post office. I'm not sure 'admin' as a job in itself would work for me forever. I mean, that's what teaching was in the end. No, I like that lots of the time, I have to use my creative brain. But as a change, every so often, the clarity of a completable task is lovely.

An image from Love Books Tours that has the front cover of Leeza McAuliffe Has Loads More To Say in the centre, and then has all the handles of book reviewers around the sides.
Writing News
Well it's all systems go for the Love Books Tours book tour. It starts in May and I imagine I'll be sharing all about it online when the time comes. Other than that, and the admin involved, it's been a quiet week. I'm still promoting myself where I can, uploading info about the new book on the sites that require it, and banging on about Leeza McAuliffe to anyone that asks. Standard. 

A partially done jigsaw. The sides are all in place, and some of the left hand side of the picture is done too. In the centre, is the picture that is being completed. It's a street map of Liverpool City Centre.
Proper solid
Culture News
I'm sure I've asked this question before, but can jigsaws be classed as culture? If so, I was riddled with culture last week. I got a map of Liverpool jigsaw for my birthday (thanks Dom, and happy birthday for today!) It's proper solid. The map's like an A-Z... properly detailed with every street shown, covering the centre of town, with the corners reaching out to Kirkdale, West Derby, Childwall, and the edge of Birkenhead. I like normal jigsaws but I LOVE map jigsaws. WITH ALL MY HEART. They're so satisfying. Being able to use previously held geographical knowledge whilst learning more about a place, is fab. And there's something about poring over the pieces of a map that really clears my mind. Some people relax with whale music or a massage. I choose a crick in my neck and the close up street plan of Old Swan. It takes all sorts! In more standard Culture News, I watched Anatomy of a Fall over the weekend and thought it was exceptional. 

A garden table with chairs either side of it. On the table is a bottle of wine in a makeshift icebucket (a pyrex jug with ice cubes) a platter of bread sticks, a bowl of green dip (pesto) and a glass of wine.
A full on meal
Food and Drink
The plan was to have a small aperitif/amuse bouche/pre-starter of grissini and pesto before the main Saturday night food. The trouble was, I got carried away whilst rolling out the breadsticks and made about a hundred and fifty. Cue later that evening - I hoovered up a substantial amount of pre-meal food and didn't feel like the actual meal that was cooking. No matter! It got pushed to the next day and my lovely evening of salty, cheesy bread sticks with lemony, basily pesto was fab. Recipes for the grissini and the pesto via the links.

Out and About
I caught up with a teacher mate, I had a mani, and I attended my usual Wednesday brunch. Thursday Costa got ditched due to traffic and period pain, but I walked to the pub on Friday night. A mixed bag of a week, as usual.

Hey there regular readers *sidles up and behaves weirdly.* I'm sure you're doing this already, but if you wanted to be absolute loves, could you tell everyone you know about Leeza McAuliffe? OK, maybe not everyone. Only those who might enjoy it. Those who might be on the lookout for an absorbing, gripping, funny, poignant, nostalgia-riddled story about being young and working out the world as its presented to you. Only those people, yeah? Thanks so much! Word of mouth is just as effective as me banging on about it online, so every little would definitely help. Thank you SO much in advance. Now, whatever you do...

...have a lovely week, folks.


Monday 1 April 2024

New Terms and Temple Bods...

Joe Biden, talking to someone off camera, saying, 'We've turned the page.'
We really have, Joe.
No more cake for breakfast. 
You can take the girl out of teaching but you can't take the teaching out of the girl. Or something. OFSTED nightmares aside, I rarely think about my previous life. Except for one thing. My body clock remains automatically attuned to term times. We've just had Easter. Like September and January, there feels a natural renewal to this week. And you know what? It can't come soon enough. What with birthday shenanigans and the weekend eggs, there's been lots of chocolate and cake knocking about. I feel sluggish. I feel like it's the 29th December, I've got a fridge of cheese and zero inclination to chop a vegetable. 

Two dumbbells, sitting on a bench. They're a turquoise blue and say 5kg on the end of each one.
That stops now. From today, I'm treating my body like a temple. (Cue the Victoria Wood line - 'I say temple, I could just as easily have said garden centre... they're very popular of a Sunday, aren't they?') When I say temple, I mean I'm going to cook gorgeous lovely tasty food that's not chocolate or cake based. I'm also going to start doing my weights again. A year ago I was jiggling about three times a week with 5kg dumbbells. It's been a few months since I paused (because of a pulled muscle) and I never went back. I imagine I'll be back to basics with 3kgers but who cares? It's a new term and a new start. Exciting times ahead.

Two books, side by side, propped up on a desk with a window in the background. The book on the left is called Leeza McAuliffe Has Something To Say. The book on the right is called Leeza McAuliffe Has Loads More To Say. Both books are by me, Nicky Bond.
Writing News
As you know, the new book is available from 23.5.24 (pre-order your copy today!) As part of its marketing, I've got an online book tour starting after the release date. That's where bloggers and reviewers post their thoughts on social media. But there's more! Because this is Book Two of a series, I've also got a mini book tour starting before that, for Book One. That's pretty exciting. Unless you're mega famous, the hubbub of a new book dies down pretty quickly. It's all about the build-up. Pre-orders are key and any fuss tends to peak around the week of publication. That's why having a bit of attention directed at a book that came out in 2019 is marvellous. Any new reviews will help the algorithm gods do their thing and draw a bit of attention my way. That can only be a good thing.

James Acaster, looks at the camera, pulls a face that shows a picture of confusion and amusement, and then looks away. He's wearing a white t shirt with what looks like an illustrated loaf of bread with legs on it.
James Acaster. I'll
watch anything he's in
.
Culture
I recently got to see the touring production of My Beautiful Laundrette. It was funny, powerful, and - despite being written in the 80s - depressingly prescient for a modern day audience. What was lovely is that the actor who played Omar in the 1985 film, was the guy playing Omar's dad in the play. How we've all grown up! In film news, despite my misgivings, I found myself booking a ticket for the new Ghostbusters movie. I wasn't arsed about the last one, and I'm still cross with how the online broflakes moaned about the 2016 version and got the intended sequel canned. But then I heard that James Acaster was in the new film. That got me booking a ticket lickety split. He's one of my favourite comedians and I can confirm his presence makes what would be an OK film, better than OK. Finally, I got Armistead Maupin's new book, Mona of the Manor. He's been one of my favourite authors since I found him in the nineties. The fact he's picked up his Tales of the City series once again, is thrilling. So far, I'm looking at the cover and stroking it a lot. I'm too busy to curl up for the day. Once I start it, I'm all in. For now, staring longingly as it sits on my coffee table will have to suffice.

A bowl of soup. It's reddy-brown in colour, with bits of green, and red veg floating around.
Mmmmm
Food and Drink
Talking of gorgeous, lovely, tasty food, here's something that ticks all those boxes. And it's healthy too. This recipe for hot and sour soup has been my go to for years. It's full of punchy flavours and all the good things. It's also easily adaptable. In my meat-eating days, I'd fill it with chicken. Now I stick to mini shrimp and tofu. Of course, when I made this over the weekend, I ate it with a packet of prawn crackers. There's no rush to clean living. It's a process.

Me, facing the camera, and raising a coupe glass of prosecco. I'm smiling, wearing a blue hoody, and have green sparkly nail varnish.
Out and About
There's not much space for fun times right now. I say that, but I've seen all my nieces and nephs recently - school holidays will do that - and I've got catch-ups booked in with some old teacher friends. In a bid to be out of the house on Saturday night, I BBQed some salmon and sat outside for as long as I could stand. I can't lie, the chilly temperatures and forced fun vibes gave me triggering flashbacks to lockdown. No matter, I was out and about! And that's what this section is all about.

Happy April, gang! Because I'm a grown woman who abhors pranks, there's no mention of April Fools Day here. There're no spaghetti trees or fake news items to kid you for April 1st fun. Or ARE there?*

Have a lovely week, folks.

*There really aren't. Pranks are silly. Grow up. 

Monday 25 March 2024

Triggered in the Good Ways...

David Rose from Schitt's Creek says, 'I'm very young for my age.'
New year, new me! That's my vibe today. It's the first day of my 47th year, what with me turning forty-six several hours ago. And what of this brave new world? Well it's early days. What I do know is that forty-six is the new eighteen because I feel exactly the same on the inside as I did back then. On the outside? Well, there are a few aches and pains but that's superficial stuff. The inside is where it's at.  

Alexis from Schitts Creek throws her head back in frustration. The caption reads, 'I miss my life and I miss doing things.'
Remember feeling
 like this or just me?
Despite this, there's something slightly triggering about having a birthday mid-March. Remember four years ago? That's when the first national lockdown was announced. On my actual birthday eve! I'm still taking it personally. Last week, like a masochist, I deep-dived through my March 2020 photos and blog posts. It wasn't pretty - not for a second - but it was fascinating to see how I handled the unwelcome clash of global pandemic and birthday joy. Click here to see see for yourself. It reads like I'm full of gung-ho optimism and determined upbeat vibes. The reality? Putting on a brave face was probably more accurate.

Happily this year, I didn't have to put on a brave face. I was optimistic with upbeat vibes for real. And because of the events of that year, I relished every second of this year. I left my house, I stood within two metres of a variety people, and I spent happy times in a pub, restaurant, and cinema. It's good not to dwell on the difficult past, but we can still use it to be grateful for present day joy.

Alexis from Schitt's Creek excitedly grabs her phone from Moira's hand as Moira says, 'We have five likes.'
Writing News
The plot of my next book continues to percolate. And that's as much as is needed right now. Meanwhile the marketing of my current book is where it's all happening. I've got a social media timetable. Yep, a timetable! I planned it in February and it tells me when to post, where to post, and what to say when I do. Of course, it's flexible and open to adaptation. Nothing's set in stone. But having the framework in place means I tend stick to it. Writing: it's not just plots, characters, and themes, you know. If you want to see for yourself, check out my Linktree. It'll signpost you to all my social medias, should you be overtaken by the urge.

From the National Theatre Live screening of The Motive and the Cue. There's a table on stage, which has a man standing on top. He kicks his foot back and something flies off the table. He's in a rage.
Johnny Flynn, on the
table, as Richard Burton
Culture
I'm up to series seven of my The American Office rewatch. Woohoo! It's such good writing and I'll be gutted when it's over. I've also started Girls5Eva, which is on Netflix. It's from the stable of 30 Rock and The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, so it's solidly written with lots of lols. Then, last Thursday, I took myself to the cinema for an absolute treat. National Theatre Live were showing The Motive and the Cue. It's a Jack Thorne play about the turbulent rehearsal period of the 1964 production of Hamlet. Mark Gatiss plays Sir John Gielgud and Johnny Flynn plays Richard Burton - both performances are spectacular. I sat back in my seat and ate up every scene. Nothing can replace being in the room for live theatre but when you're miles away from London, NT Live is very welcome. I'd never have seen this play without it and I'm all the better for having done so. More please.

A white bowl on a white plate, filled with large olives, coated in oil, and flecked in slices of chilli.
Birthday olives
Food and Drink
My birthday week required birthday food. I crammed in loads of my favourite recipes during the buildup - homemade patatas bravas, anchovy and prawn bruschetta, scrambled egg bagels, prawn tortilla toasts, and excessive Prosecco - but the main event was a birthday Basque cheesecake. Not usually one for a sweet tooth, I made an exception for this. It was delish! 

Out and About
A birthday meal at the Liverpool Malmaison and drinks at the Sky Bar were what I got up to over the weekend. Before that, there was my writing group, my Wednesday brunch, and my Costa writing sesh. They all reminded me how different things are from 2020. Isn't it marvellous!

I'm in good company. A quick Google tells me that Mary Berry, Grayson Perry, Alan Sugar, Harry Houdini, Jessica Chastain, Malcolm Muggeridge, and the guy who played Howard's Way's Ken Masters share my special day. So does my nephew, who turned eight this time around. Let's hope they all had/would have had a happily triggering time like I did. More next week, yeah? See you there.

Have a lovely week, folks.

Monday 18 March 2024

Aunt Bants...

A period drama where a young man in soldier's uniform kisses the hand of a woman in formal dress. The caption says, 'You're the best of aunts.'
I can only assume this is 
what my baby neph is
thinking whilst he sets about
learning the ways of the world. 
Unto us a nephew is born! Yes, an excellent thing happened in my family. I'm an aunt for the fifth time! Even though I'm happily free of my own spawn, I do enjoy the role of Aunt. Of course, if any of my nieces or nephews ever called me Aunt or Auntie, I'd laugh in their face. It's just Nicky, you see. Why put up unnecessary barriers? In reality, it's probably not that simple. There'll be generational barriers regardlesss. Even with my bestest efforts, the fact I'm almost forty-six years older than my newest neph means he'll only ever view me as old. I doubt he'll ever truly see me as one of his mates, which is a shame because I'd be excellent at that. The kid doesn't know what he's missing! Hey ho. I'll still work hard at being down with the new born kids just incase we smash through the generational divide and go on a road trip. (Or something.)

A view of a costa take away cup on a table. In front of the cup is a notepad and biro. The title of the page is just visible. It says 'Initial Ideas for Leeza McAuliffe Book 3.'
Writing News
Well now. So much writing news I can hardly breathe. First of all, the online promotion of Leeza McAuliffe Has Loads More To Say continues apace. If you follow me on social media, you'll have seen an increase in my posts recently. As I said last week, sorry about that. But there's more. Because of the Cheltenham horse racing shenanigans, I've just had the best part of a week, home alone. And when I'm alone - like, truly alone, where my own internal timetable can freely fly - my creative juices start bubbling. They bubbled so much that I sat in Costa and spewed out eight sides of ideas for my next book. I've bought a pin board, I've plotted out a storyline on notecards, and I've even arranged them in a coherent manner. It's a bit of a relief to be honest. I'd not really known what I was going to write next, and as time ticked away, I worried I'd never think of something. Now, even though it's rough and ready, I've got a starting point.

A three-way split zoom screen showing the three of the hosts of Pod Save America. Jon Favreau, Jon Lovett, and Tommy Vietnor. They're all smiling and laughing at something that's been said on the other side of the conversation.
Three of the Pod Save America hosts.
They're single-handedly keeping me
informed and mostly calm in
this US election year.
Culture
I've got a book, a TV show, and a film for you this week. First off, I heard the authors of The Trump Indictments: The Historic Charging Documents With Commentary talk on Pod Save America. By the time Jon Lovett had finished interviewing Melissa Murray and Andrew Weissmann, I'd ordered their book. (I was proper frigged by the US postage!) Ngl, it's a nerdy read. The legal docs are there in full for lawyerly types to decipher. But the commentary? That's pure layperson. I'm dipping in, a bit at the time - I'm not a masochist - but it's really satisfying to digest.

Ok, moving on from terrible people, my TV rec is Things You Should Have Done. With all six episodes on the iPlayer, it's a flight of fancy, laugh out loud take on a twenty-something woman having to adult for the first time. The premise sounds sad (double parental death in a car crash) but it couldn't be less so. At least not in the way you assume it'll be. I binged the series in one go, and loved it. 

Jeffrey Wright, a black man, is standing at the back of a packed audience. He looks incredulous at what's on stage (unseen to us.) After a second or two, a white woman stand up, directly in front of him, clapping enthusiastically.
American Fiction - deliciously
skewering the world of
worthy white publishing.



Finally, here's my film of the week. Possibly still showing in some cinemas, and now on Prime, American Fiction was one of the Best Picture nominations at the Oscars. It didn't win but walked away with Best Adapted Screenplay. (The writing awards are always my favourite.) Jeffrey Wright plays a stuffy highbrow writer, who abhors the stereotypes of Black people in popular fiction. But after a whole series of events, he finds himself selling out and relying on offensive trope after offensive trope in his new book. It makes sense when you watch it. Not only funny, it's moving and poignant as it gently depicts a myriad of Black experiences that counterbalance the stereotypes it lampoons. I watched it with three other people on Thursday afternoon, and felt buoyed up as a result. (And the soundtrack is stunning.)

A tortilla wrap, held open so the filling can be seen. Visible in the photo is what looks like crispy pieces of bacon. They're nestling in a lining of omelette. There are a few splashes of tomato ketchup over everything.
Tofu bacon, omelette, and 
tomato ketchup on a wrap
Food and Drink
I've got a cracker for you. Well, it's a cracker if you choose not to eat bacon but still wish you could eat bacon and don't want to eat processed facon from supermarkets. A niche group of us? Perhaps. But veggie or not, this is lovely. It's a recipe for tofu-bacon, that when paired with the right things, tastes just as good/almost the same as the real thing. Here's the recipe in full but if you've got a block of smoked tofu, some soy, maple syrup, olive oil, sriracha, and cornflour, you're good to go. I had it with an omelette and tomato ketchup in a wrap and it was delish! 

A close up of a sparkling glass of prosecco. It's being held infront of a floor to ceiling window overlooking the skyline of Liverpool. The background view is slightly out of focus as the prosecco is the main thing.
Out and About
I hereby declare my birthday season open! Yep, we've made it. Next time I post this blog, I'll have reached the big 4-6. It doesn't really come with any new rights, responsibilities, or perks. I've currently got sciatica in my left arse cheek, and I'm once again toying with letting my hair dye grow out, but apart from that, it's the same old same old. No matter, I'm alive! In order to celebrate another year on the planet, I went for drinks at the Sky Bar in Liverpool. The group of friends I was with included two other birthday celebrators, and as a result, we got spoilt rotten. Free drinks, a round of shots, and an extra pudding! Woohoo! Were they fishing for reviews? Of course. Did we care? Naaahhh. A fab day was had by all and I posted my 5* review the following day.

The week ahead is always a happy time for me. Just knowing my birthday comes at the end, gives me a spring in my step. (Sciatica permitting.) As is tradition, I'll be rewatching a ten-second video I've got where my Grandma tells me to have a happy birthday next week, and I'll be rewatching the 1992 Eurovision Song Contest. (It's the best!)  So many plans, so little time. On top of that, I've got to bond with the new baby neph. He's probably never going to want to be BFFs with me but I might just convince him I'm excellent fun. Wish me luck!

Have a lovely week, folks.

Monday 11 March 2024

Busy Annoying Everyone...

When my last book came out - October 2021 - I had a clear realisation. Autumn is the perfect time to publish a book. It's the run up to Christmas so you can piggyback onto the gift market, it's a clear few months before the festivities begin, and as you finish up the promotional activities surrounding the release, you can relax into the end of year and start the next book in January. It makes perfect sense. 

A woman has a realisation, looks gutted, and holds her head in her hands.Therefore, it's unfathomable to me why my new book is coming out in May. May 23rd to be precise. The months running up to May - i.e now - are mad. In my family, it seems everyone has a birthday. Or it's Mother's Day, or Easter, or the annual family caravan holiday at the end of April. Promoting and publishing a book in the Spring is far from ideal. BUT HERE WE ARE. IT IS WHAT IT IS. WHAT CAN YOU DO? and other meaningless phrases like that. Look, Leeza McAuliffe Has Loads More To Say is coming out this May, and timing aside, I'm ecstatic about it.


Betty White is talking to a man in the street and the caption says, 'I'm also on Facebook and the Twitter.'
Writing News
Well, you know the big news. There's a book available for pre-order. (I'd love it if you gave it a look.) But there's more to writing a book than writing a book. Mad, eh? I'm currently in the middle of a social media frenzy. I say frenzy, but I'm trying to strike a balance. It's a fine line. I want to post pictures and links regularly enough so that they pique interest and grab attention, but not so much that they bore everyone senseless and turn people off. Anyone trying to hustle their wares via the Internet has the same struggle. Whichever side of the fine line you fall on, I hope my Insta, Threads, Twitter, Mastodon, Facebook, and TikTok posts don't annoy you too much. 

Emma Stone and Mark Ruffalo are Bella Baxter and Duncan Wedderburn. They're  on a dance floor, in a formal evening setting. Bella is spinning Duncan around, and he looks startled as he falls back into her and flails his legs about.
One of my favourite scenes in
Poor Things. Bella has been dancing 
unselfconsciously and with freedom.
Duncan can't handle that, so comes
over to try and force her into the confines
of a traditional dance. Ladies
and gentleman, the Patriarchy.
I found the diminishing of the 
character of Duncan 
particularly satisfying.
Culture
I've been blitzing the Oscar nommed films recently. The Holdovers, Past Lives, and Poor Things all got seen off in the run up to yesterday's ceremony. Ready for my reviews? Excellent. I thought that The Holdovers was sweet without being saccharine. I thought Past Lives was beautiful and mesmerisingly shot. And I thought Poor Things was fiercely feminist and funny AF. As is my personal tradition, I stayed up for the ceremony last night and despite everyone involved being a worthy winner, I'm still stumped as to why All Of Us Strangers wasn't up there for the big awards. It's been over a month since I saw it and I think about it daily.

A small white ramekin containing tapenade. It's a mixed up mush of green and black olives, with green parsley mingled through. On first glance it looks like a brown sludge. Closer up, you can see the flecks of different colours of olives and herbs.
It mightn't be pretty, but
oh the flavours!
Food and Drink
Two words. Homemade tapenade. Yep, I've gone there. It has all my favourite flavours, you see. (Admittedly, many of them an acquired taste.) You want a recipe? I got you! I whizzed up a tub of mixed olives, anchovies, capers, parsley, garlic, lemon juice and zest. I kept it slightly chunky, and spread over warm crusty bread. As an extra lovely thing, I added some room temperature goat's cheese that had started to ooze. The creaminess of that balanced the zing of the lemony olives. What can I say, it was FIT. 

Out and About
Folks, I've had a lash lift. Now my lashes point perkily skyward and I look fresh and awake when I stumble out of bed. On top of that there was a family meal in the pub (Happy Mother's Day to me ma!) a Costa writing sesh, and a dash to Warrington Bank Quay after my brother's train was cancelled. No two weeks are the same, amiright?

Once again, if you stumble across me on social media, I'm sorry for the onslaught. There's only so many ways to word BUY MY BOOK but I'm trying to find them all. If you can preorder it, fantastic. If you can't, any likes, reposts, or shares would be greatly appreciated. 

Have a lovely week, folks.

Monday 4 March 2024

Breaking News...

Finally, FINALLY, we've made it. Yes, the day I've been banging on about since January 2022 has arrived. No longer under my weekly Writing News heading will you read, 'We're nearly there,' or, 'Just a few more read-throughs and then we're finished.' No more of any of that. The day is here. We have BUSINESS to deal with. Business that comes via the answers to three pressing questions.

1. What's the title of your new book, Nicky?
Why, thank you for asking! It's called LEEZA MCAULIFFE HAS LOADS MORE TO SAY and is a sequel to Leeza McAuliffe Has Something To Say, from 2019. You don't need to have read the first one - it can stand alone narratively. You'll just know the characters a little better if you have.

2. What does the cover look like, Nicky?
So kind of you to ask! It looks like this... 

The front cover of Leeza McAuliffe Has Loads More To Say. It's a mid-blue background, with a picture of Leeza on the front, looking quizzical and with a speech bubble coming from her mouth. Leeza is wearing a red and white checked shirt that's open with a yellow tee shirt underneath. It says, the name of the title. The book is by Nicky Bond and the author name is in white at the bottom.

Isn't it a beauty! Fair play to Gary. He's boxed me off once again. I love how Leeza has aged ever so slightly since Book One. Plus, I never say what I want her to wear and yet it's always spot on. I love it.

3. But tell me, Nicky, I beg of you, when will it be published?
All this attention is too much, really! It'll be published on Thursday 23rd May 2024. But... and here's the most marvellous thing of all... YOU CAN PRE-ORDER IT HERE! Yes, get your orders banged in. It's the perfect present for the young person in your life. They may have recently started high school, and are dealing with angst, feelings and LIFE. It's also the perfect present for anyone who remembers starting high school and is STILL dealing with angst and feelings and life. If, as an adult, you enjoy rewatching - for example -Dawson's Creek (amiright!) this might be up your street. Set slightly younger than the Capeside gang, it's still emotionally literate youngsters navigating life. I think that's my favourite genre, and the one I love to write. 

That's the Q&A over for now. Thank you for coming. In summary, pre-order the paperback on Amazon here, or Waterstones here. Alternatively, you can preorder the ebook here. Do it now, then come back for the rest of this post. Don't plan to do it later, you'll get sidetracked. Do it this minute, then it's sorted. Right then, off you pop. I'll be waiting.

Four books, standing on a wooden bookshelf. All four spines can be seen, but only the front cover of the book at the front of the row, is visible. That front cover is the new book, Leeza McAuliffe Has Loads More To Say by Nicky Bond. The other books are Leeza McAUliffe Has Loads More To Say, then Assembling the Wingpeople, and then Carry the Beautiful at the back. All books are by Nicky Bond and the name can be seen on the spines.

You back? Great. Now spread the word! Tell everyone you know. Go through your contacts and send a blanket email. Or maybe share the link in all your WhatsApp convos? Every little, literally, helps. Thank you, in advance, for all your excellent marketing efforts.

OK, let's wind this up. Enjoy your day, safe in the knowledge you've made me very happy by reading this. Two years, guys. It's a long time to have a story in your head. Finally, FINALLY it's being let out.

Have a lovely week, folks.