On June 4th I had the opportunity to discuss, read and celebrate my latest novel ‘The Fates’. I would like to thank McNally Robinson Booksellers for the great venue to hold the event.
I am thankful to everyone who has encouraged my journey from a storyteller to an author. I am thankful to all the readers who have shared with me their feelings on how my first novel “When Eagles Dare to Fly’ was able to move them, be it to tears at times. It is their encouragement that gave me the courage to write my second novel. As I shared at the launch, I write to provoke thought, to share stories and allow the reader to experience the lives, emotions and thoughts of the characters.
Having the opportunity to read a portion of my book to the audience brought my characters to life, made the characters real. Works of fiction allow us to truly experience and question the life of each character. I shared a portion of the book that takes place just outside the soon to be opened Human Rights Museum in Winnipeg.
I picked up Lisa first and then Josh so they could place their hand on his head and look into his bronze eyes. I know it was just a bronze statue but even the first time I looked into his face, into his eyes it seemed as though he was there, he was there looking right back at me. The statue had been given to “the Friends of the Human Rights Museum” by the government of India and placed in its current location in 2010 long before the opening of the museum so he could walk amongst the people. It is so ironic as I stood there holding Josh in the air so that he could be close to this beacon for human rights and dignity and there were no people for him to walk amongst. There was just the three of us. Gandhi stood as this man for nonviolence, of fair treatment for all, even when faced with the atrocities of the British government and eventually by his own people who didn’t believe the two religions could live together. I wanted Josh and Lisa to know all Gandhi stood for, get a sense for what our capacity as humans really is. I stood motionless staring into the eyes of a bronze statue and if you asked me at the time I would have sworn to you he was crying. It wasn’t Gandhi’s tears I saw but rather the reflection of mine. “Ms. G., we should go now,” Josh quietly said to me. “I will remember, I promise.”
Not sure what he meant by that but he was right. We needed to go. We quickly made our way toward the museum but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I opened the doors.
To be supported by family, friends, readers and potential readers is a humbling experience. So thank-you to everyone who attended my launch as well as those who sent me well wishes from all over the world. I hope when you read my stories it will allow you to feel each story with your heart, mind and soul.