Handbags, Books...Whatever

Handbags, Books...Whatever (http://vickibatman.blogspot.com/) is the website of Vicki Batman, sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction.

Handbag lover.
Avid Jazzerciser. Mah jong player. Yoga practioner. Movie fan. Book devourer. Choc-aholic. Best Mom ever. And adores Handsome.

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September 26, 2016

Autumn handbag color #Rssos #accessories #fashion #newcozy


Handbag & Book with
Vicki
Autumn is in the air! And for many of us handbag lovers, this means change, a change to a more fallish type of bag. And sometimes, I do change for the seasons. However, today as I perused my bags, my gaze landed on Kate as in Kate Spade and this confection in bone.

I bought this lovely tote several years ago and like how it works for me. There is a large zipper pouch in the middle and one along the side in the lining. Thus, the bag is divided into two compartments. Ideal for carrying a book, kindle, or my other love--needlepoint project. The tote handles are a little bigger than what I like, but manageable. I like to loop my little initial V just for fun around one.


As for the cover, maybe it is a little bright for fall colors.




I am often asked if my heroine has some of me in her. I
celebrate all things handbag by giving my heroine from Temporarily Employed and Temporarily Insane handbags, too:






Find the ove of handbag at: Amazon e     Amazon PB  TWRP e  TWRP PB






So what is YOUR favorite color of handbag?






 



September 22, 2016

New Manuscript Woes: something's not right #Rssos #MFRWorg #amwriting #writingtips



Writing & Book


Like most writers, after one project has been edited and I'm waiting for the release, I begin a new project and in this case, it's on Temporarily Out of Luck.


Often times, writer friends will say they had to chuck the first chapter or take out so many words. In my case, I haven't had to erase anything, but rather, rearrange. For a long time I couldn't put my finger on why the last third of what I'd written didn't seem right. Then it came to me! Some parts are out of sequence. I had two choices: 



1 - Leave as is and try and fix.


or


2 - Move and hope that fixes my problem.


Yesterday, I went with "Move."


I thought I could dive in and make the writing sing from there. But the magic wasn't happening. So instead of throwing up my hands in dismay, I went with start from the beginning and revise as I went. And ultimately, I believe this will be best. I think the timing will lodge in my head and all will be clearer in the long run. And the parts I need to add will fall into place - *crossing fingers*.




If you're a writer, what causes you to toss your hands in the air?


If you're a reader, what makes you throw a book at the wall?





Lordy, how Temporarily Insane drove me crazy when I wrote it. But it's Finished!!! and now available in ebook and paperback. In fact, it's on a huge blog tour. Check on the right for a list where we're appearing.


Or find Temporarily Insane at: Amazon  TWRP

September 19, 2016

Handbag & Book: to drawstring or not #Rssos #MFRWorg #accessories #handbag


Handbag & Book with 
Vicki Batman

Drawstrings are back in style! While vacationing, I passed a store window and saw in incredible electric blue drawstring handbag and fell in love. But the price--nononono. Then I remembered I have a vintage drawstring. I'd bought this black vinyl one several years ago at an antique mall. It's so neat with the great pockets outside and a good side. It does lend itself to slinging over the shoulders, too, and holds my belongings easily. 

Handsome told me to buy the electric blue one for my Annual Fun Day, but so far, I'm passing. It's a hard call since I don't have an electric blue handbag; however, the price!!! And since I have the opportunity to test drive this one I have carried for a while, I can decide after if it is really what I want. 


And in case you missed, Annual Fun Day was also the launch of Temporarily Insane, my second romantic comedy mystery. Here's a bit about it:
Bad job. Wrong love. And Murder. Hattie Cooks takes a job at an accounting firm where mishaps and murders are definitely fishy.
Excerpt:
Trixie had some nerve.
“Stop it, Hattie!”
Her reprimand, the one which had shot a stabbing pain to my right eye, sounded terribly out of character, like she had little patience for me. Ordinarily, she was the nicest person I knew, didn’t have a mean bone in her body. The kind who rescued animals, picked up trash at Sommerville Park, and prepared food for the elderly.     
Not today. I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest in a school girl flaunt.
Trixie tilted forward in her desk chair, her bosom almost resting on her desk. “This nonsense has to end. Your moan sounded like an obscure breed of a bizarre...untamed...wounded animal.” She returned to an upright and seated position and in tiny increments, rotated her chair from side-to-side, waiting for me to say something not stupid.
In truth, Trixie had pounded the nail on the head. I had nothing to add. My whole life had turned into an obscure, bizarre, bad reflection of itself, thus wounding me to my core. I sighed and pouted an if only.
Don’t go there.
My funsister friend owned the employment agency Jobs Inc., and on occasion, she’d happily assisted me in finding temporary work since my dream job had been flushed down the proverbial toilet a few months back, thus soiling my picture perfect life. For this newest assignment she’d located, I’d be employed as an administrative assistant for the managing partner at Northside, Lancaster, and Brookside, Certified Public Accountants, headquartered in my hometown of Sommerville.  
At first, she’d sounded oh-so pleasant when we began our yak about the opportunity. “Think accounting,” she’d teased, followed by a small chuckle.
Her laugh had spoken volumes of Encyclopedia Britannica proportions.

Find Temporarily Insane at: Amazon ebook  Amazon PB


So any of you willing to jump on the drawstring handbag bandwagon?

September 9, 2016

BSP: It's Launch Day!!! for Temporarily Insane #MFRWorg #Rssos #TWRP #RB4U


It’s Happy Launch Day!

I'm blushing and bursting with pride to announce my second book in my romantic comedy mystery series, Temporarily Insane, is now available.


Each work most of we authors write is our baby and today, mine is out in the big wide world. It's laugh out loud funny, packed with emotion, a frustrating relationship with a to-die for hero, and a wacky cast of family and friends.


Here's an excerpt:


Trixie had some nerve.

“Stop it, Hattie!”

Her reprimand, the one which had shot a stabbing pain to my right eye, sounded terribly out of character, like she had little patience for me. Ordinarily, she was the nicest person I knew, didn’t have a mean bone in her body. The kind who rescued animals, picked up trash at Sommerville Park, and prepared food for the elderly.     

Not today. I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest in a school girl flaunt.

Trixie tilted forward in her desk chair, her bosom almost resting on her desk. “This nonsense has to end. Your moan sounded like an obscure breed of a bizarre...untamed...wounded animal.” She returned to an upright and seated position and in tiny increments, rotated her chair from side-to-side, waiting for me to say something not stupid.

In truth, Trixie had pounded the nail on the head. I had nothing to add. My whole life had turned into an obscure, bizarre, bad reflection of itself, thus wounding me to my core. I sighed and pouted an if only.

Don’t go there.

My funsister friend owned the employment agency Jobs Inc., and on occasion, she’d happily assisted me in finding temporary work since my dream job had been flushed down the proverbial toilet a few months back, thus soiling my picture perfect life. For this newest assignment she’d located, I’d be employed as an administrative assistant for the managing partner at Northside, Lancaster, and Brookside, Certified Public Accountants, headquartered in my hometown of Sommerville.  

At first, she’d sounded oh-so pleasant when we began our yak about the opportunity. “Think accounting,” she’d teased, followed by a small chuckle.

Her laugh had spoken volumes of Encyclopedia Britannica proportions.

Let's get to know Stewart Steems, Hattie's new co-worker:  His legs were kinda knobby in knee socks. What could be underneath? He was sorta on the thin side. So maybe, they were skinny? However, if he wanted to meet girls, his geeky socks had to go. “Stuart, the look you’re sporting is from the fifties. I’m telling you girls don’t go for guys wearing socks with sandals.”

Stuart scratched the side of his nose while considering what I’d said. “Okay.” He sat on the threshold step and took off the sandals, then the socks.

I leaned over to watch. He was right—Stuart had ugly legs. Ugly. Scrawny. Very gorilla-hairy legs. Yet firm calves. I shuddered. If his legs were like this, what…

Don’t go there. Don’t go there.

And:
He’d placed on his shirt pocket a fill-in-the-blank “Hi! My Name Is” sticky nametag, inscribed with what appeared to be permanent blue-black ink in large capital letters, “STUART STEEMS.”
This pretty much confirmed what I’d been aware of all along: Stuart didn’t party.

Find Temporarily Insane at: Amazon   The Wild Rose Press




 Love to you all!!








 

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