Author will be signing at the following locations over the Christmas Season:
Date: October 23, 2009
Location: Coles Bookstore, Market Mall, Calgary, AB
Time: 11 am to 5 pm
Date: October 31, 2009
Location: Chapters, Chinook Mall, Calgary, AB
Time: 1 pm to 5 pm
Date: November 20, 2009
Location: Coles Bookstore, Marlborough Mall, Calgary, AB
Time: 11 am to 5 pm
Date: December 19, 2009
Location: Chapters Spectrum, Sunridge Mall, Calgary, AB
Time: 1pm to 5 pm
Look out for other signing dates and locations in other towns and cities.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
FAQ: What stories did you grow up with?
My mother, in Fiji, was a great storyteller. She used to tell me stories of Birbal and the emperor, Akbar, just about every night. I grew to love these tales. I was amused by how Birbal out smarted everyone around him with the use of his wit and intelligence. These stories taught me unforgettable life lessons and morals that puzzled my brain.
Here's one for your enjoyment:
Emperor Akbar and Birbal, and Bananas
Birbal and the Emperor were eating bananas. The Emperor would throw the peels over to Birbal's side of the table. This went on for a while. After all the bananas were eaten, the Emperor feeling like he could finally defeat Birbal smiled and said, "Birbal, you greedy fellow, look at all the bananas you ate." Birbal looked at the Emperor and retorted, "Emperor Akbar, at least I, unlike you, spared the peels."
Here's one for your enjoyment:
Emperor Akbar and Birbal, and Bananas
Birbal and the Emperor were eating bananas. The Emperor would throw the peels over to Birbal's side of the table. This went on for a while. After all the bananas were eaten, the Emperor feeling like he could finally defeat Birbal smiled and said, "Birbal, you greedy fellow, look at all the bananas you ate." Birbal looked at the Emperor and retorted, "Emperor Akbar, at least I, unlike you, spared the peels."
FAQ: Which character do you most relate to?
For certain, I am not Mrs. Anand. Though I do wish I knew her personally. She is so full of laughs. I definitely can't relate to Mrs. Hicks. Perhaps the character that I can most relate to and is a lot like me is "Ravi." I can relate to his dreams of becoming a writer. I can relate to his constant struggles and off the wall sense of humor. At the end of the day, he is a lovable kinda guy, and at the end of the day, sometimes the most I can hope for is to be a lovable kinda girl. So what character is you?
FAQ: Are the characters in this book based on people you actually know?
Many fiction writers get this question. I think people forget that we write because we have an imagination and a knack of creating characters and situations that seem and become real. Having said that...
I write "fiction" novels and rarely follow anyone around, collecting their life stories. Real life and people do inspire me, but then my imagination takes over, and I end up creating characters that everyone thinks is their next door neighbor. So -- not really. Characters in this book are not based on people I know personally.
I write "fiction" novels and rarely follow anyone around, collecting their life stories. Real life and people do inspire me, but then my imagination takes over, and I end up creating characters that everyone thinks is their next door neighbor. So -- not really. Characters in this book are not based on people I know personally.
A LESBIAN STIR
Elisha walked for a while. She didn’t realize that she had passed the restaurant and the Gas Station. She came to a long bumpy log road at the edge of a steep hill. Dark haunting clouds started to drift into the wide sky. The threat of a storm lingered over the small town of Cowley, but Elisha was oblivious to everything but the road before her.
She followed the road up to the top of a deserted place and found a rock three times the size of a watermelon. She looked out to the few lights at the bottom of the hill. An owl hooted.
When she was a little girl, she had often dreamed of running to a place such as this: a place that was secluded and untouched. It was in this place that she would dig a hole and bury her nightmares of the prince of darkness. He always wore a black cape and chased her through the dark tunnels with a double-edged sword.
Now she feared he chased her because she had evil thoughts. She thought about other women. She thought about caressing the fullness of their breasts and tasting the sweat on the roundness of their curves. She thought these thoughts often. And she knew God despised her for thinking these thoughts.
Elisha sat on the hard rock. Even in a safe place such as this, she could feel the torment of her desires. And she could feel the spirit of restlessness bind her, choke her, and gag her. This was her silent secret. Her silent curse.
She followed the road up to the top of a deserted place and found a rock three times the size of a watermelon. She looked out to the few lights at the bottom of the hill. An owl hooted.
When she was a little girl, she had often dreamed of running to a place such as this: a place that was secluded and untouched. It was in this place that she would dig a hole and bury her nightmares of the prince of darkness. He always wore a black cape and chased her through the dark tunnels with a double-edged sword.
Now she feared he chased her because she had evil thoughts. She thought about other women. She thought about caressing the fullness of their breasts and tasting the sweat on the roundness of their curves. She thought these thoughts often. And she knew God despised her for thinking these thoughts.
Elisha sat on the hard rock. Even in a safe place such as this, she could feel the torment of her desires. And she could feel the spirit of restlessness bind her, choke her, and gag her. This was her silent secret. Her silent curse.
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