OOGIE BOOGIE CENTRAL - Featuring Steve's Vent

It occurs to me that the new Vent format, location and incoming links (thank you Mr. Konrath ) may have brought new visitors to the site. If you’re a recent arrival, I thought you might enjoy this little blast from the past. If you’ve been around for a while, you might enjoy reading it again anyway. So, here’s a little number I like to call: Don't Call Me Darling... In my day job, I talk to a lot of people. I speak to customers at the counter, converse with folks on the phone and have long thoughtful discussions with my staff (which shouldn't be confused with my house-bound staff discussions, which occur more frequently the older I get and tend to cross the boundary of discussion and venture into pleading, but that's a different Vent). I consider myself a gregarious person-a reasonable classification when one considers the number of book buyers who loiter about my store hoping to catch one of my frequent discourses on the nature of insanity- but lately I find myself grimaci...

January, my favorite month. As far away from Ch- (nope, still not going to say the word) as you can get.  Things get back to normal, and there’s time to breathe and more importantly . . . . . . write. Just received a chunk of a collaboration I’m doing with a WELL-KNOWN AUTHOR (trust me, but I don’t want to name drop) and I’m trying to figure out what the next chunk is.   Legerdemain is at 40,000 words and climbing and there are two queries out for Oogie Boogie Bounce . The Vent I promised a while back is coming, but I need to decide the best way to present it.  One must be careful when dealing with cowards, especially psychotic cowards.  Rage is good, venting is great, but sometimes short-term gratification isn’t worth long-term repercussions. But it’s coming (hopefully around the same time the psychotic cowards are going).  Bet on it. After all, I never let proximity stop me before. But Then Again, You’ll Have This . . .