Snippet Sunday 10/6–Playing hooky

Next installment in my short story collection. I finished the last story in the collection Thursday night and hopefully it will be available on Amazon soon. I had to do some editing on this one to get it to fit to the line limit. It’s also raw like the others. Thanks in advance for any feedback.

Holly actually felt like she was playing hooky when she left work early on Friday, as she’d promised Payton she would. She went home and relaxed. Payton picked her up at the appointed time, and they took off in his silver Lexus. On the way to Rose View, Payton told her about the small town, and how they had a holiday festival every year.
Holly fell in love with Rose View as soon as they arrived. She and Payton walked along, and she stopped at several of the booths that had been set up for the festival. Holly bought presents for her friends, but wasn’t sure what to get for Payton, or if she should get him anything at all.


As the Jewish New Year, 5775, begins, I start thinking about Yom Kippur. 5774 (2014) has not been kind to me so far. I’m very lucky that a few things have gone right.
But some things haven’t. I lost my father, Charles Goldberg, in March. Before that, I was hit with some catastrophic events that I can’t even talk about right now. I admit that some of them were my fault, and I hope I learned something from them.
1) If a guy says “okay” or “you’re okay” or any form of “okay,” it’s probably not.
2) Nobody notices what I do—until I don’t do it or until I make a mistake (or five).
3) It’s all part of the conspiracy or if anything can go wrong, it will. (I have to give credit to my friend, Greg, for the part about the conspiracy.
4) Remember your sense of humor, keep it funny unless you hurt somebody (which I try not to do).

I saw a quote on Pinterest and it’s on my Jewish Holidays board if you want to see it. Somehow, it fits what I’m trying to say. So to my mom, friends, co-workers, neighbors, etc.:
“To those I may have wronged, I ask forgiveness.
To those I may have helped, I wish I did more.
To those I neglected to help, I ask for understanding.
To those who helped me: I sincerely thank you so much!
Love and peace to you all!

Snippet Sunday 9/28–Payton is convincing

I finished this short story for my “Silver Dreidels” holiday collection–only one more story to go. Here’s the latest snippet–Payton is very convincing. This is really raw–just wrote some of it today. Any feedback is appreciated.
“So I’ve been thinking about this never taking a vacation thing,” Payton said. “You can’t spend the rest of your life reading about vacation spots in a book.”
She opened her mouth to object, but Payton reached out to touch her arm. “Maybe you could leave a little early one day and I’ll come and get you and we’ll go to the holiday festival in Rose View. That’s where I live, and it’s the off season for me. What do you say?”
She glanced over at Ivy, who was deep in conversation with Clint. “Well. I guess it couldn’t hurt to leave early.”
“Great. Does Friday work for you?”
“That sounds perfect.”

Snippet Sunday 9/21/14/Holly needs a vacation

Here’s the next installment of “The Holly, the Ivy…& the Menorah”. One of my 3200 problems that have been plaguing me this year is over (knock on wood). 3199 to go.
This scene is pretty raw and I skipped a couple of paragraphs to get to it. Any feedback is much appreciated.
“Do you mind helping me in the kitchen?” Holly asked Payton. It was just like her little sister to garner all the male attention in the room.
“Not at all,” Payton said, with a smile that revealed his dimples once again.
Holly led him to her favorite room in the house. When she wasn’t working or reading, she liked to cook. She refilled a ceramic tray with potato pancakes, spooning applesauce and sour cream into ramekins. She put antique serving spoons into the ramekins and watched Payton, who was studying her display of vacation destination photos.
“These are something,” Payton said. “Have you been to all these places?”
“No,” Holly admitted. “I was in high school when we went on our last vacation. Then there was college and law school and work. Nowadays if I want to go somewhere, I just read about it in a book.”

Snippet Sunday 9/14/14

I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately–I haven’t done much writing because of the conspiracy that is my life right now. It’s hard to talk about, but I have this snippet for my WIP in my short story collection, “Silver Dreidels.” This is the beginning of Part II of “The Holly, the Ivy and the Menorah.”
“Welcome to our home, Payton,” Holly Blumenthal said, trying not to be taken in by the brown-haired, brown-eyed Cincinnati Red Wolves pitcher. She loved his dimples, too, but she knew better. There had been too many times she’d seen a man she liked only to have Ivy, “the pretty one,” in their family, take him away from her. The worst time had been when they were in high school.
She forgot about it. That had been years ago, and now Ivy was living in her house in Wyoming with her. If she had to battle using her looks, she’d lose. She preferred to settle her conflicts inside her comfort zone—a court of law.
“How do you guys like your new manager?” Jay Galloway, Holly and Ivy’s friend, who was a huge Cincinnati Red Wolves fan, asked.
Thanks for reading–any feedback is much appreciated! As for me, I’m just taking things a minute at a time.

Dear Jon

Dear Jon: I am writing this on the 13th anniversary of your moving to your new address, in heaven. I wish I could see you and talk to you, but I’ll have to do it this way.
First, I’m sorry I bought a salad today–I know how much you always hated salad. At least I didn’t get cole slaw. I found out pretty soon after I met you that you hated it. I ordered barbecue on a bun with cole slaw when we had lunch with your grandmother and she had them take it away because of your aversion.
Second, I love you and miss you every day. I’ve been trying to think of funny stories about you since yesterday. There was the hayride we went to when they had the mock wedding (that’s when I got my first kiss from you, too) and when you brought me home, you carried me over the threshold at my mom’s house, and then called your dad to tell him that we got married. Anyone who reads this who knew Jon and his dad can picture his stern father, who kind of looked like Henry Kissinger saying “Jon–where are you? What did you do?”
There are so many little things I remember like the way you called the department store Elder Beerman Younger Beerman and how much fun me, you and my parents had a baseball games, and just hanging out here and at their house.
As my mom used to see in our prayers at Friday night dinner, “We miss you, Jon, and we’ll always love you.”

New release!

My alter ego, Vi LaNance’s, first R-rated romance novel, “Love in Disguise,” is now available from Crimson Frost Books for 99 cents.

Here’s the blurb:
Darlene Dover has physical and emotional scars from a burn accident wnen she was in high school, ten years ago. She hides these behind her Little Red Riding Hood Costume as mascot for the hometown baseball team, the Cincinnati Red Wolves.

Sy Bonaventure is known for stealing bases and hearts. When he gets to home plate, Darlene decides to take a chance and kiss the handsome Sy, then run off. The team goes on a road trip, but Sy’s mind is on the lovely mascot. Can he be the one to take her scars away, and release the passion she’s held inside for so long?

And here’s the website:

Watch for more news about this and other stories in the series!

Snippet Sunday 6/29

“Frank,” Danni said, coming out of her office to approach him at the table. Lord, he was hot in his navy and turquoise plaid shirt and dark jeans. The shirt was unbuttoned to reveal just a hint of his hairy chest.  “It’s 4:30. You can go home.”

“I’m just staying late like you asked, boss. Besides, I just want to copy this last document.”

Frank ambled over to the copier and made the copy. Then he walked back to the table and shrugged into a leather jacket. Danni licked her lips, trying to remind herself of the no dating policy.  “Okay, I’m ready to go. Are you coming?”

“I’m going to stay a little longer and see how the traffic is. Did you sign out?”

“Yes, boss.”

“Good. And don’t call me ‘boss.’”

“But that’s what you are. I like to call people by their correct title.”

“Well, it makes me feel like some old guy.”

“Oh, believe me, you’re not…never mind. Goodnight.”


3200th time’s a charm/Snippet Sunday 6/21

Okay, last time–I’m posting on Nan’s blog instead of mine and we’ll see if that works. This snippet is from “The Devil in Disguise,” an office romantic comedy. This scene is written from the hero’s POV. Hero and heroine–think John Travolta and Susan Lucci. Of course, I stayed up late reading Stacey Ballis’s “Out to Lunch,” and now think I can’t write. Any feedback is appreciated. –Vi LaNance


Frank Finney slipped back into his seat at the table he shared with Norie Lefton and Roxie Arlington. Norie had an unspoken question in her eyes—Did Danni yell at you again? His hatred for their manager was legendary. What they didn’t know was that Frank secretly thought Danni was beautiful. If it hadn’t been for the office’s no-dating policy, he might have asked her out since he’d recently broken up with his latest girlfriend.

            Danni had shoulder-length brown hair and smoldering brown eyes. She dressed in the latest fashion that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her voice was low and unbelievably sexy, even when she yelled at him. Sometimes he came in late just to get a reaction out of her. She was all girly-girl. She even had a pink desk and a pink calculator. Frank smiled to himself as he imagined her pink underwear. He had to remind himself to get to work, but that didn’t stop his fantasies from forming in his thoughts.

            “Frank, I need to see you in the nude.”

            “Yes, boss!”

Happy Anniversary snippet 6/15/14

I don’t believe this. The conspiracy and Arthur Idis are definitely out to get me. This is the third time I’ve tried to publish this post, only to have it disappear. And Arthur has moved in.

June 15th would have been my 34th wedding anniversary. I have many good memories of the day, and my life with my husband, Jon.

Happy anniverary, Jon, I miss you.

Here’s an excerpt from “Mr. Tall, Tan…& Tasteless.” The hero, Scotty, is loosely based on Jon…
This scene takes place at Jay Galloway’s wedding. His sister, Lorrie, is about to give a toast. Her original toast mentioned Jay’s ex wife, and got a “tasteless” rejection from an editor. Thanks to my writing friends, I re-wrote the toast…

“First of all,” Lorrie said. “I’d like to welcome Reese and her dad to the Galloway family. Jay, I’m sorry Mom and Dad aren’t here in person to see this day. I know they’re here in spirit. I love you so much, and I always want you to have the best…” Jay saw her eyes fill with tears, and with love for him.
“I said I wouldn’t cry, but it’s too late now. For those of you who don’t know us, I was going to tell you a long, involved story about my brother and all the sacrifices he made for me after our mom and dad died.”
Jay gave her the Galloway eye roll, hoping she wouldn’t.
“But that would be tasteless and boring. I’ll just make this short and sweet. Since I’m a beautician, I want to say, Jay and Reese, life is like a bad hair day. You cut those out, and only remember the good hair days. To the greatest brother a girl could have, and his wonderful wife.”
Jay got up and gave Lorrie a kiss on the cheek. When he spoke, his voice was husky. “Thanks, Sis.”


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