Dear Diary w/ Marina Ford + Exclusive Excerpt

January 25, 2017

 Dear Diary with Marina Ford


Hi, I’m Marina Ford and I’m introducing my debut novel, “Lovesick.” It’s a British gay romantic comedy, in which Leo, a university lecturer from London, finds himself sadly disappointed in love, and in need of a thorough re-evaluation of his life and goals. He eventually meets and falls in love with his neighbour, Alex, but both have quite a road to travel before they can have their Happily Ever After.

For now, please enjoy this exclusive excerpt from one of Leo’s diary entries!


Then Jack got engaged.

I had no idea he was even dating anybody, and then one day I went to see Sarah, whose office is right next to mine, and who knows everything about everybody, and she told me. I was standing there, hot tea in my hand, not moving or saying anything. It was as if I turned to stone—that was exactly how heavy my heart felt at that moment. I was too shocked to react.

“You all right, pet?” she asked pityingly.

I don’t remember what I said or how I got into my office afterwards. I just remember sitting behind my desk, dumbstruck, staring at the monitor of my computer, thoughts tangling themselves in my head. I eventually had it confirmed by Jack himself. Not personally. He sent out a mass email, and then I saw it on Facebook. She’s American. They’d had a long-distance thing going on for ages, apparently, and now she is moving to the UK and they’re getting married. She’s photogenic, the kind of pretty that looks effortless and natural. Like she got out of bed looking goddesslike: a big bright smile, glorious blue eyes, perfect skin. In pictures together they look incandescently happy.

I feel like I’ve gone insane. Was it really all just in my head? Did this just happen to me? How could I have got so far? What the hell happened to me? I mean, I know I’m in my head a lot, but surely I’m not literally delusional, am I?

It was horrible after that. Everybody discussed Jack’s wedding. He had brought her to some fancy dinner I didn’t go to, and afterwards everybody was full of gossip about her. The reports on her were generally positive—about how beautiful and charming she is. I didn’t want to hear it. The rumour ran that he was going to bring her to the Christmas party, so I didn’t go. When I was feeling particularly bitter, I went on Facebook to just hate-stare at their pictures and people’s congratulations.

And today was going to be different. Today I was not going to hate or feel bitter. I planned to sit in my flat and read or watch something. Play with my dog. Be normal. I was going to stop being a weirdo stalker-creep.

It’s not a flattering thing to find yourself doing, let me tell you. But I regret not going out after all. Or having someone over. I insisted I needed the weekend to myself, but while it sounded very reasonable when I was explaining it to my friends over the phone, in hindsight it turns out that just because you know how to be sarcastic better than your opponent, that doesn’t mean you’re actually right.

I had one mission for this weekend: that I would not go on Facebook.

I wouldn’t. I won’t.

All right, so I had a quick look at Facebook. I just needed to check that everybody was well. There was nothing on my news feed about that bloody wedding. Instead, I received an invitation. From Sarah. An invitation to a funeral, as a matter of fact. To be precise, an invitation to the funeral of Sarah’s cat. Her cat’s name being, by the by, Mr Bonkers. This is Sarah, and she’s awfully fond of me, so I had to accept. If ever the paranoid government of a dystopian future finds itself in need of proving my insanity so as to arrest me, they will probably use this diary as evidence.


Check out Lovesick today!

Lovesick by Marina Ford


Friday, 23 January
The cat funeral.
Yeah, that happened today. I went and participated in—aided and abetted?—a cat funeral.

London life is tough on idealists. In an ideal world, after years of flirtation, Leo would be cosily settled down with Jack, his long-time crush. In an ideal world, Jack wouldn’t now be engaged to a woman. And in an ideal world, Leo would move on.

When handsome new neighbour Alex moves in opposite Leo, an opportunity to do so presents itself. But Alex is probably straight, working class, and poorer than Leo. While Jack’s engagement unravels, and Leo’s friendship with Alex deepens, will Leo manage to find happiness with the right man? Or will he succumb to his enemies: self-doubt, family expectations, and pride?

Told in diary form, this is both the story of a love triangle in London and the chronicle of a man’s struggles to confront his self-image and overcome his insecurity.


Author Bio:

Marina Ford is a thirty-year-old book addict, who would, if permitted, spend all of her time in bookstores, libraries, or in her own bed with stacks and stacks of books. Luckily, she has a husband and a dog who force her to interact with humans of planet Earth from time to time. In fact, she so enjoyed falling in love with her husband that she can’t resist evoking those same feelings in the love stories she creates in her head. She does not believe in love at first sight— but she does believe in Happy Ever After, though it must be earned. She likes her stories to be light and frothy, since real life can be miserable enough without making up more of it in fiction. She lives in England, loves rain (gives one an excuse to stay at home and read books, right?), long walks (when it doesn’t rain), history, love stories, classical literature, pulpy literature, Jane Austen, languages, and dogs. It is her dream to one day possess an enormous country house in which each room is a library (okay, maybe except for the kitchen), and in which there are more dogs than people. A smaller and perhaps more realistic dream of hers is to make people smile with the things she writes.


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