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Nina’s BookTour

November 27, 2007

My book tour is in full swing! What a hoot! My second book signing took place in my own home town at Black Bond Books. And we sold out! I was ecstatic…so was the bookseller! … :) … I was heartened to see some old friends from my community, who’d responded to the article in the local paper, the Delta Optimist. People showed up from … well … all over (as far away as Coquitlam!) to buy my book. WOO! HEE! Again, as with the previous signing, friends and family coaxed me to leave with rhe promise of drinks and appetizers… Do you see a pattern emerging here? … (Nina grinning from ear to ear). Next is Toronto, to several Chapters-Indigo-Coles bookstores.

On another wonderful note:

I’ve been honored yet again by that fantastic blogger, Deborah, over at Climate of Our Future. Geez, girl! We have to stop meeting like this!… :) … She bestowed upon me the “You’re an Amazing Blogger” award.
I must thank Deborah for this beautiful award and the incredible gesture behind it. I am truly honored, Deborah. You are extremely kind. Here’s what Deborah said when she got hers from another fine blogger:

“Francis my dear co-author and author of Caught in a Stream, surprised me this morning with this AMAZING award. I am deeply touched by this. Francis is the amazing one as far as I am concerned. I can ask for assistance on anything and he is right there to lend a helping hand. I feel together with his help Climate of Our Future is what it is today. Thanks so much Francis for such a delightful surprise.”
My dearest friend, Jean-Luc Picard also honored me with this wonderful “Colors of Friendship” award. Thanks, Jean-Luc! You are a true friend (and I’m not just saying that because of the fine Picard wine you gave me…) … :) This blogging community is indeed a diverse, many coloured community of friends. And I am so glad to be a part of it.

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Nameless Grace

September 7, 2007

It’s Friday and time for my Friday Feature. But you better not blink because my Friday Feature is a blur of electric motion. She’s a flow of iridescent color that commands attention, yet evades the indolent glance. She’s simply too fast.

Karen’s not only fast; she’s everywhere: widely traveled, particularly in Europe and Asia, Karen Mason is a marketing entrepreneur, as well as an accomplished cryptographer with knowledge of the Kabbalah who rides a motorcycle (because she can) and plays several musical instruments (not at the same time, but I wouldn’t discount that either). Karen knows more languages than I can count and doesn’t seem to require any sleep. That’s a good thing because amid her many “day” job responsibilities, she posts to at least three excellent blogs and actively runs a marketing and publishing firm, Starfire World Syndicate. Karen Mason is, simply put, remarkable.

One of her blogs, Dog-e-Tail, is devoted to dogs welfare and health in which she dispenses excellent advice on their upkeep and general care along with sharing some touching stories, particularly of misfortunes that usually turn out okay. Her other blog, which publishes short stories and novel excerpts is called Nameless Grace, and is devoted to, in her words, “that inexplicable beauty that we have come to know as Nameless Grace…” This blog showcases short stories of talented emerging and established writers. She also created and impeccably runs a blog devoted to my own book, “Darwin’s Paradox”, for which I am truly grateful.

After chasing her blurry image and exchanging the odd virtual drinks on Facebook, I finally got Karen to stand still long enough to invite her up to my ship to interro—er—interview her. Being the world traveler she is, of course she agreed. I was immediately impressed with her composure and ability to handle the travel beam. Like Jean-Luc Picard, Lynn Margulis, Jennifer Rahn and Rob Sawyer before her, Karen rode the stupid crystal beam with the ease of a veteran starship traveler while my queasy stomach shifted in severe objection. I still had a lot to learn about humans, I decided petulantly…Maybe it was me. I seemed to be the only one disoriented by my own travel beam! How embarrassing! Somehow, I couldn’t quite shake the strange feeling that she was really a being of light who could have gotten herself up to my ship on her own wattage, but traveled the beam just to keep me company…
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Once aboard my ship, I show her the aft lounge and rush to the fresher to throw up then return, pale but feeling better, to find Karen peering out at the breathtaking view of planet Earth. She instantly points out all the places she’s travelled in the world.

SF Girl: “Is there anywhere on the planet you haven’t been to?” I say in slight exasperation at her international accomplishments. She’s been to more places on Earth than I’ve been in the Universe!

Karen: Furling her brow slightly, she reflects briefly then gives me a slanted smile. “Egypt. I haven’t been there.”

SF Girl: My mouth gapes open. I’m totally surprised! Given her interest and skills in cryptography and interpreting hieroglyphics, I’d have thought she spent years there! “Really?” I utter, raising a brow. Always the trouble-maker, I dig, “Is that because they wouldn’t let you in?” My heart slams as my imagination soars with ridiculous possibilities. I critically appraise the elegantly dressed woman with coifed hair and tasteful makeup. Karen sips a Bailey’s on ice that my newly acquired robot, Harry, brought to her. She doesn’t remotely resemble an insane terrorist on some crazy mission. Of course, they never do, except on the Reality Network. Then I have a sudden thought: perhaps she’s an international spy! Or worse: a dreaded tax collector! I find myself trembling with fear. What if she calls my bluff? And imposes an audit? Impounds my ship?

Karen: Her eyes twinkle under the lounge lights and I brace for her response. “I just never made it there yet. Perhaps next year,” she says calmly.

SF Girl: Diffused, I decide she’s not a tax collector after all and sigh. Mind buzzing with spent adrenalin, I ruthlessly pursue: “But why wouldn’t you have gone there already? I’d have thought your university studies would have taken you there…Karen?…Karen?…” There’s no answer…Then I notice that she’s gone into the hallway to talk with Harry in binary code…alas…I can’t understand a bit of what they’re saying…

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