Author Archives: Marianne Power

Er hello, it’s me, an International Publishing Sensation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So I’m pretty sure this counts as bragging but I just thought I’d let you know that I’m an International Publishing Sensation. Yeah, yeah, I know… no big deal.

I’ve discovered this while reading the back of an early version of my book which is currently getting sent out to journalists and writers. If you click into the picture on the right you should be able to see it, along with other exciting statements…

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A good day.

It’s May 2nd and it’s grey and wet outside but inside there’s sunshine. I’m sitting in my pyjama bottoms, jumper and puffa grinning to myself like an idiot cos I’ve just seen that my book has gone on sale on Amazon. Well, pre-sale, which I don’t really understand the point of… but who cares? My book exists on Amazon and you can order it now. It comes out properly on 6th September. Continue reading

WE GOT A BOOK DEAL!!!

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So guys, we got there: we have a book deal – in fact we have several.

It turns out that publishers are like buses. You wait forever and then they all come at once.

I’ve been desperate to tell you but was waiting for it to be made official – which happened yesterday when a press release was sent out -ABOUT ME!! More details here

In August we got offered a UK book deal (with Picador, the publishers of Bridget Jones)  then everyone wanted to get in on the act;  publishers snapped it up in France, Germany, Sweden, Holland, Spain… And the offers keep coming in. The latest countries are Lithuania and Taiwan. I am going to be made in Taiwan! How nuts is that?

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A post about NAKED MEN

Screen Shot 2017-04-26 at 08.37.41I was at Liverpool Street station the other day, only to find myself greeted by a sea of topless men. It was quite exciting for a Monday morning. I wished I’d put on some more make-up.

They were all shapes and sizes, ranging from twenties to fifties, I’d say. Some had paunches and slumped shoulders, others were toned and ripped (is that the word?) – standing proud. Look at me proud. And I did look – I couldn’t help it – they were right in front of me…

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Does anybody feel like they fit in? That they’re ‘normal’?

When I was younger I wished that I could have brown hair, be called Sarah, and have a father who drove a Ford rather than a series of flash cars that made everyone look at us.

I also wished that one day all my freckles would join up so that I would, hope against hope, get a tan like my friends did. 

‘How long would it take for it to happen?’ I’d ask mum. ‘If I spent a week on the beach? Or a month? Or a whole summer?’

‘Marianne, it doesn’t work like that. And anyway, we’re in Ireland. We’ll be doing well to get an hour of sunshine,’ she’d say, while we sat on Ballybunion beach in the wind and rain, eating sandy egg sandwiches. 

‘But what if we moved to Australia?’ I’d beg. ‘Could it happen then? And would my hair go blonde? If I used lots of lemon juice? And could I change my name to Melanie, or Sarah?’ Continue reading

A long post about the car crash that was last year

Well, this is awkward. I want to get back in touch because I miss you but it’s been so long I feel embarrassed. You’ve become like the friend I keep meaning to call but weeks pass, then months and then it gets too hard to pick up the phone.

I’ve been waiting to have some good news to share but that hasn’t happened and so I guess I’ll just tell you what’s been going on in general… if you’re interested that is…

And if you’re not, I completely understand.

But for those still reading… what’s been happening with you? How are you doing?

Me? Oh… well… you know…  LIFE’S BEEN A SH*T SHOW!

Oh, yes! A proper, start to finish car crash!

The book? What’s happening with the book? Er… do you really want to know? Really? OK…

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The pop stars were right

screen-shot-2016-11-25-at-13-37-33Last night I met an old friend from university – we went out for thai and got very very drunk on natural wine. It’s supposed to be better for the hangovers apparently and makes you feel worthy while you are getting obliterated. Jane works in the food industry so she knows all these things.

Anyway. We got worthy drunk and she turned up with roses and macarons for me. After dad died she sent me a text message that was so sweet I keep re-reading it to cheer me up. I might actually get it framed. It’s about how lovely I am. Ha!

Anyway, anyway, we ate food, got drunk and then ended up in some random rock basement bar dancing. It was gorgeous. We hadn’t done that since we were in our twenties. And it’s a shame. I’m realising that this is what life is about. Dancing with people you love, chatting, hugging, laughing, eating and drinking.

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David Bowie, Prince… and now dad

Two weeks and three days ago my dad died. It was unexpected. At about seven in the morning, he jumped out of bed and collapsed on the bedroom floor. Mum called the ambulance but they couldn’t revive him.

He’d had a massive heart attack. He was 67.

When I say it was unexpected – it was as unexpected as it could be for a man who had five heart bypasses when he was 47 and had spent more time than most on the cardiac ward of Frimley Park hospital.

But after lots of false alarms our guard had gone down. Over the last few years he seemed healthier than he ever had been. He’d been to the doctor just a few days before and been given the all clear.

So it was a shock, but then at the same time, not really.

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What’s happening with the book?!

Screen Shot 2016-02-01 at 10.02.42I bumped into an ex-boyfriend of a friend of mine last Friday night.

He had been going out with my friend while I was in the early, exciting, jump out of planes, do stand-up comedy and naked modelling stage of the blog – and he’d witnessed a lot of the craziness/excitement up close. It was lovely to see him.

‘What’s happening with the book?’ he asked. ‘I’ve been looking on Amazon. I even tried to get on Brazilian Amazon to buy it.’

‘Is there a Brazilian Amazon?’ I asked.

‘I don’t know, I kept getting links to the rainforest,’ he said. ‘But what’s happening? Can I buy it? Is out yet?’

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You’re great, you can do it.

I’ve been thinking today about how important encouragement is.

The word ‘encourage’ comes from Old French word ‘encoragier’ – which means ‘make strong, hearten’. And who on this planet doesn’t need that?

I don’t care how independent and strong we may try be, we all need encouragement from time to time. A friend saying ‘You can do this’, ‘I love you’, ‘I have total faith in you,’ can make the difference between you giving up or keeping going.

I am so beyond lucky to have friends who are doing this for me at the moment. They have faith in me, even when I don’t. They keep me going and keep me trying. They are my cheerleaders and my safety net.

So I guess I was just thinking about how we make more difference in people’s lives than we might realise; saying a kind, supportive word to someone who is struggling in the office might stop them from going into the loos and crying all lunch hour. A teacher encouraging a pupil might change their whole life.

Often we think that it goes without saying that your colleague is great at their job, or that your friend is lovely and will find the love soon, but nothing goes without saying. Always say the nice thing. Even when you’re feeling grumpy and hard done by and don’t feel like you have kindness to spare, say the nice thing.

Let’s all try to encourage each other, to remind each other that we are great and even if life feels like a giant old sh*t show, it will, get better. It really will. Just by getting up every morning and trying our best, we are all, in our own small way, winners.

Love to you all.
I think you are GREAT.
Mx