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What the hell? Four weeks in a row? Must be some kind of blog record. Let’s keep it going.
Also, I think I’m owed some points for writing out “what the hell” rather than the modern day “WTH.” Yes, I’m the guy that writes out “by the way” instead of “BTW,” and “okay” instead of “OK” or “K.”
And you’ll never catch me texting “lol.” Never.
This week’s Dispatch:
Continue reading “MONDAY MORNING DISPATCH (2/17/25)”Week 3, baby!
How about that major sports event last night? Super Bowl [insert proper Roman numerals]! Pretty cool, am I right? So glad [insert team name] won the game. They earned it!
And the commercials! Oh, man! Can you believe [insert celebrities’ names] did that? Never thought I’d see the day they’d parody [insert movie, character, pop culture event]!
Oh, well. It’s all over until next year. Let’s get to this week’s Dispatch:
Continue reading “MONDAY MORNING DISPATCH (2/10/25)”Hey, look at that! Two weeks in a row! We’re off to a great start.
Before it all comes crashing down. Anyway…
Here’s the second (collect ’em all!) Monday Morning Dispatch:
Continue reading “MONDAY MORNING DISPATCH (2/3/25)”Welcome.
I’m not sure if this will be the first of many weekly posts to come, or just a one and done. Or “hit it and quit it” for you young people
It’s been three years since a new posting on here. And no, I’m not counting the casino hacking us to flood our blog page every day with spam posts. Although, I would’ve hoped it would draw more traffic to Vintage City Publishing books.
Alas, no. Guess compulsive gamblers don’t equate to avid readers.
Continue reading “MONDAY MORNING DISPATCH (1/27/25)”The authors at Vintage City Publishing get lots of questions like, “Where do you get your ideas?” and “How do you come up with such interesting characters?” and “When are you guys going to pay your bar tab?”
But the most common question is, “What are you working on now?”
We thought we would put the question to our current stable of writers and see what they’ve accomplished in 2021, and maybe a sneak peek at what they have planned for 2022 and beyond. So without further ado…
Continue reading “What Are We Doing and Where Have We Been?”“Hellerman Retirement Home.”
The name is on the front of the building and printed on the stationary provided to the residents. Stationary most of them don’t use. Why bother? No one answers.
You wrote letters when you first arrived. Your children didn’t respond. They said,
“No one writes letters anymore. People text or email.”
Continue reading “Maybe Today”Maybe I’m wrong, but I think just about every writer has the dream of seeing their work adapted for television or the movies. Or anywhere, really, where our work will get exposed to a wider audience.
I’ve always thought my book, AUTUMN MOON, would make a great television series. Or at the very least, a movie (with options for sequels, of course).
It was about two years ago when I came across a Facebook post from a friend.
Continue reading “My Brief Fling With Hollywood”Part of writing these days, if you want to make any sort of career out of it, involves promotion. Self-promotion. The kind of promotion I hate. I’d rather tell you little stories here and there, drop a few witty lines from time to time, and then fade away into the background until the next brilliant story/thought/line occurs to me.
Unfortunately, that’s not the way things are done in today’s social media run world. If you’re a writer, you have to have an online presence. Twitter. Instagram, Facebook. That kind of crap.
Continue reading “Cutting The Cord, a.k.a Why I Deactivated My Facebook Account”I always liked tattoos.
My brother’s friend had two full sleeves, and a few on his chest and back. The running joke was, he couldn’t walk past a tattoo shop without stopping inside to get one.
An exaggeration, of course, but he did have a lot of tattoos. So many, they blended together on his arms into a swirl of Jackson Pollack-type images and colors.
I thought that was too many. I like tattoos where you can tell what the individual image is. It stands apart from the others, like a panel in a comic book. My brother’s friend had so many on his arms, they were a blur.
Continue reading “Tattoos And The People That Love Them (a.k.a. This has nothing to do with writing.)”