We had a good time. No doubt about it. Searching out those Apocalyptic Women — or the men who live with same — from the crowds of Christmas shoppers, and then seeing the joy on their faces as they walk away from our table with our book. And what we learned from this weekend is — Apocalyptic women are everywhere, and you can’t always tell at first glance who they are.
We met a lot over the last few days. On Friday Billie, Roxanne, 6 foot Ryan and I were at Indigo in South Edmonton Common, in — surprise! Edmonton. (This was a one time deal, so don’t go there asking for the book, please. Maybe in January.) And then Saturday we were at Tyler Enfield’s book launch for Wrush, again in Edmonton.
The Wrush book launch was fascinating. We had resisted setting up a table at Tyler’s launch. Smacked of — I don’t know, something nasty. We were going to go and help him in any way we could — after all, isn’t this what writers should do for each other? But he kept on us until we decided we would sell our books there, and that we would donate money from each Women of the Apocalypse sold to the Stollery Children’s Hospital Foundation. (This launch was actually a Stollery Benefit Drive — we were able to buy books and donate them, as well as donate money. We did both, I’m happy to report. )
It felt like an old time Christmas craft sale. Lots of tables loaded with wonderful items, so we spent some time shopping, some time eating great food (and there was real food there too — not just cakes and cream puffs!) and some time selling our books.
And the Apocalyptic women — and men — came to us. We met some wonderful people — including a woman from Germany who went “Of course!” when she read the title of Billie’s novella — first one to do that! — and the iron worker who had a number of Apocalyptic women in his life, but bought a book for his 19 year old daughter.
Then Patrick wandered over. He had been working at another booth — selling trinkets and small items. I believe all of them were from Uganda, where he lived before he moved here. He moved here a month ago. We made some jokes about the weather, but he was massively interested in our book. So we talked to him about it — and he said “This is a book for women who are thinking about making changes in their lives, isn’t it?” He touched the word “destinies,” on the front cover, and his eyes welled up. “This makes me very emotional,” he said. This man, who had made some huge decisions and changes in his life, was reacting to the IDEA of our book! For the first time, I hoped our stories were up to this. Then he put the book down, saying that he would buy it, some day.
So, we did the only thing we could do. We all signed a copy, wrapped it in Christmas wrapping, and gave it to him as we were leaving. Merry Christmas, Patrick, from the Apocalyptic Four.