The Night The Lights Went Out In Ledgewood
Actually, it was daytime. And I blame it all on Anton.
There we were, the Magnificent (Genre) Seven signing at a nearly empty B&N in Ledgewood, NJ when - Bang! - the lights went out. Having experienced three NYC blackouts, I was convinced the worst had happened, but it was only local. An Outback Steakhouse nearby had gone up in flames (or maybe it was just an oven fire), but it cut the power for several miles. For several hours. And there we were, willing and able to sell hundreds and hundreds of books, but no cash registers to ring them up.
Sigh.
I’ve actually done much worse signings, but those are different stories. This one I blame on Anton. He was the one who brought the wrath of the Writing Gods down on us by badmouthing one of the Holy Ones. No doubt one of Her Holiness Daniell Steele’s acolytes, livid at the apparent slur, sabotaged the store to pay us back for our blasphemy.
Excuse me. Anton’s blasphemy.
