Writing – Vintage City Publishing

January 13, 2022January 18, 2022

What Are We Doing and Where Have We Been?

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…

March 8, 2021

New from Slade Grayson:

January 4, 2021

Maybe Today

“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.”

June 28, 2020January 4, 2021

Review of “Woman: An Intimate Geography” by Natalie Angier – Nick DeWolf

This review is going to start with an anecdote. Yes, this is an inherently self-centered way of writing, but I can’t think of a better example of what this book can mean.
I live in a metropolitan area which is relatively progressive. I was reading this book on my way home from work, while riding the subway. A man took the seat next to me and we rode in silence, me reading, him doing his own thing. As we went, I could see him taking peeks. I adjusted my position, to allow him just a bit more access to the page, hoping it inspired him to find his own copy.
The train began to slow, and he gathered his things. In a friendly voice, he said, “so, what is that, an instruction guide or something?”

January 14, 2020

VICIOUS CIRCLE – CHAPTER SEVEN

In her bedroom, Audrey peered through the sliver of space between the curtains. She was a kidnapped princess, the quintessential damsel in distress, locked away in the tower of the evil king’s castle, waiting for the hero to ride up and rescue her. She watched one potential hero now, a knight in shining black sharkskin, as he talked to his faithful manservant.

She watched Dominic and Manny talk, not knowing what they were discussing but getting a general idea it was family-related by their body language. She watched the gaudy Corvette pull up and the two men stiffen. She watched Dominic exchange words with the blond, pony-tailed man she didn’t recognize and thought for a moment they would come to blows. From her perch, she was able to read the utter disdain on their faces.

December 15, 2019

VICIOUS CIRCLE – CHAPTER SIX

Paul woke tangled in sheets damp with sweat and twisted in knots, as if he had spent the night thrashing from a fever dream. The phone was blaring beside his bed. He couldn’t remember his dreams, but he was sure Audrey featured in them. He was sure Matrix had made an appearance, as well.

His hand found the phone and managed to bring it to his ear without him having to open his eyes. “Yeah?”

“What do you mean, ‘yeah’?” Joey’s voice. “Paulie, is that how you answer the phone? Not hello, but yeah?”

November 29, 2019

My Brief Fling With Hollywood

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.

November 10, 2019

VICIOUS CIRCLE – CHAPTER FIVE

“Manny, pull the car around. We’re leaving.”

Manny hadn’t noticed Dominic walk up. He was engrossed in a dirty joke Little John was telling. He looked at Dominic, then at Audrey. He stood up without a word, buttoned his jacket, and downed the rest of his coffee.

Dominic said, “Pull around the back to the kitchen. We’ll meet you there.”

“Excuse me?” Audrey said. “I have some packages in Joe’s car. We did some shopping earlier.” She wasn’t demanding about it, but Dominic got the impression she wasn’t asking either.

“Joe will bring them back. He’s only going to be another hour or two.”

“I’d like to have them now. There are two dresses that really should be hung up. I’d like to put the other items away before I go to bed.”

Manny glanced at Dominic, one eyebrow arched. Dominic stared back, an unspoken conversation between them.

“Get Joe’s driver to load them in the back seat,” Dominic said finally. “Then pull the car around.”

October 20, 2019October 20, 2019

VICIOUS CIRCLE – CHAPTER FOUR

The lines of resistance were thick in the air as Dominic walked toward them. A magnetic force buffeted him; two polar opposites being pressed together.

Dominic walked up and said, “You’re new.”

Joey answered, “This is Paul Romano. Paulie.”

Dominic glanced at Joey. “Nice tux, Joey. You going to perform magic tricks later?”

“Har har,” Joey said. “You’re always good for a laugh, Carelli.”

“When’s your father coming?” Dominic let his voice grow bored and dismissive. Maintaining a conversation with Joey was tedious work. Besides, he was more interested in watching Paul’s reaction.

The guy put up a calm front, but Dominic could see the turmoil beneath the surface. A flicker of his eyes, a slight twitch of his mouth. The man was keeping something locked up, and he knew Joey was too dim to pick up on it.

Joey said, “He should be here any time. He’s bringing his new girl. Wants to make an entrance and show her off.”

“I heard she’s younger than you, Joey. Does that bother you?” He smirked.

There were few things that gave Dominic satisfaction these days. Pissing off Joey was one of them.

September 21, 2019

VICIOUS CIRCLE – CHAPTER THREE

NOW:

Paul checked himself in the rearview mirror and found it hard to recognize the man staring back. The blond hair was longer than his FBI days and stylishly cut, but an occasional errant strand of hair threatened to stage a rebellion. Contact lenses had replaced his wire-rimmed glasses.

Gone were the days of bargain basement clothing and do-it-yourself tailoring. Now it was Italian silk suits, usually gray or light blue, Egyptian cotton shirts, and calfskin shoes as soft as cashmere. No tie, just the top two buttons of his shirt left open to show off the gold chain and dangling Italian horn, lest anyone question his lineage.

He had been living this façade for almost a year, gradually easing into the Tagliani family lifestyle. It was important he didn’t rush things, that he allow his employers to decide how quickly he rose in the organization. If Paul took one misstep, he knew it could be fatal. And his employers were cautious.