GUEST POST: Margaret Gracie Launches Debut Novel Plastic

We’re very pleased to bring you a guest post by Plastic author Margaret Gracie.

Plastic is a collection of linked short stories that tells the tale of Debbie Pearce, a former pageant queen and model who struggles with society’s expectations—and her own—when it comes to beauty, motherhood, and the American Dream.

Margaret launched her collection on June 22 at the central branch of the Victoria Public Library. Today, she is sharing with us an account of the big day, from initial feelings of literary celebrity to the warm afterglow of the evening. Read on for a taste of what it feels like to launch a literary debut!



At long last, the release!

Wow. All I can say is what a night! The book launch was so much fun. And it opened a tiny window for me into my character Debbie’s world because for those 90 minutes I was a celebrity, lapping up the attention and kudos.

Book Table - Plastic

The book table was a popular spot!

I have to give a huge thank you to Carl Cavanagh and the Victoria Public Library for hosting the event in their community room. It was a great space with plenty of room for the 44 attendees, the book table, food tables and the podium. For any locals looking for a venue, please consider the library. Carl made the evening completely hassle-free.

A view of the crowd as people settled into their seats.

I also want to thank everyone who came out and bought a book. It was amazing to meet new people, connect with old friends and bring people from the literary community together. I received so many compliments about the cover and the quality of the binding. That truly pleased me because it was one of the reasons I signed with the Porcupine’s Quill. They did an excellent job on the book.

What a thrill to read excerpts from three of the stories in Plastic and to answer questions from the audience. I don’t know if readers realize how exciting it is for a writer to be asked questions about the characters or the writing process. Suddenly, the world I created is real to a room full of people. What started as an idea, a wish, has taken on a life of its own and will mean something different to each person who picks up the book.

I want to thank Liz Walker for introducing me and being such a poised and polished speaker. And a huge thank to Liam Bagley for playing guitar while people mingled. He is an up-and-coming star.

Enjoying the afterglow on a patio with my friend Karis.

I would love to hear your thoughts on the book and the characters. You can find me on Goodreads or here on my blog.



Margaret Gracie has worked as an ESL instructor, translator, communications consultant and as a writer and editor for the federal government. Her short stories have been published in Canadian and American journals as well as in a British anthology. Plastic is her first published book of fiction. She currently lives in Victoria, BC in her dream home overlooking the harbour.

Click here to learn more about the book, or to purchase your copy.

Many thanks to Margaret for allowing us to republish this post, which initially appeared on her blog. Go on and check it out to keep in the know about what’s going on in her writing life!

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PQ Weekly Roundup: 23 Jun 2017

pqroundup2Every Friday, the PQ Weekly Roundup collects the most shared links in our social media network—bookish articles, reviews, quizzes, recommendations and more—in convenient digest form.




Well, wasn’t that a varied crop of book links? I’m off to Chicago for the American Library Association’s Annual Conference. Looking forward to a weekend full of books!

Hope you all have a wonderful first weekend of summer as well,sig

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Pulled from the Pages: The Museum of Possibilities

Barbara SibbaldSince the release of her outstanding collection of short stories, The Museum of Possibilities, Barbara Sibbald has been on a bit of a roll. With a successful launch, some fantastic reviews and a couple of online and radio interviews under her belt, she’s gearing up for several appearances in the coming weeks.

Today, you can tune into CBC Radio’s All in a Day to hear her talk with Alan Neal about her book and the writing process.

On Thursday, June 22, you can meet her in Kingston. She’ll be reading with fellow CanLit ladies Diane Schoemperlen and Terry Griggs at Novel Idea.

On Sunday, June 25, she’ll be signing copies of The Museum of Possibilities at Perfect Books in Ottawa.

And, on Wednesday, June 28, she’ll rejoin Diane and Terry in Toronto for a reading at Ben McNally Books.

So at this point, there’s really no excuse not to know about The Museum of Possibilities! But in case you need a sample to whet your appetite, read on for a excerpt (a personal favourite of mine!) from the book.


About the Book

The Museum of Possibilities

In The Museum of Possibilities, the future is limited only by the imagination—and the choices that we make. This exhibit contains, among others:

  • a minor government functionary, forced by an apparent hoarder to face the consequences of his risk-averse life;
  • a driven scientist who learns—too late—the disturbing cost of her blind ambition;
  • the residents of the small town of Madawan, whose domestic purgatories include plotting death by dairy or pondering the merits of fresh produce in predicting adultery; and
  • a military brat named Wanda, who navigates the muddy waters of adolescence and learns about sacrifice, sexuality and the everyday difficulties of sharing life with another.

The quirky short stories in this collection focus on pivotal moments of intense longing—for love, for power, for fame, for freedom, for revenge, and perhaps most of all, for connection in an increasingly disaffected world.


Pulled from the Pages

Best Before

I judge people by the groceries they bring through my checkout. I know this isn’t fair—they could be buying for their physically challenged aunt or their alcohol-abusing neighbour—but I do it anyway. It gives me something interesting to think about at work. My favourite customers are the pasty-faced anemic couple who come through every Thursday evening, buggy brimming with Fritos, Diet Coke, boil-in-a-bag entrees and microwaveable TV dinners. Nothing fresh. Nothing green.


I have this theory. I measure how sexually satisfied people are by the amount of junk food they buy. The more junk, the more the need for oral gratification, intense munching in front of the television. My anemic couple is obviously having sexual difficulties.

I’ve been coming home with huge bags of Doritos myself these days.


My wife comes to bed with pointed metal clips in her permed hair to keep it buoyant—metal life preservers for her sinking coiffure. I kiss her carefully to avoid getting impaled on these instruments of beauty. Her cheek is slightly greasy with moisturizer. She is trying to preserve her skin. I read the packages: ‘Unique moisture complex helps smooth away wrinkle lines. Enhances skin hydration through efficient water delivery system.’ I imagine her bloated, completely hydrated without any lines at all, just a smooth oval with perfectly coiffed hair on top.


I’m the assistant manager at Jim’s FOOD on the corner of Willow and First in downtown Madawan. Jim is huge—a lunar eclipse of a man. He is always pinching my upper arm, urging me to try the FOOD pasta line. ‘You’re not much of an endorsement,’ he says in his PA-system voice, loudly guffawing afterwards, making me wonder when I can retire. I stand at my cash register, mind immobile, fingers moving:

Jamaican bell peppers — vegetable code 69 — $1.33
Chicken noodle soup (special) — 89 ¢
The Ultimate Tampons (a unique FOOD product) — $4.29

During quiet moments I sometimes read the ingredients on the packages. My favourite part is the ‘May contain’ list. I make up my own: Life may contain unusual amounts of general malaise sodium glutamate. Relationships may contain dehydrogenated unhappiness. I marvel at how little I know about the science of the food industry.


My wife’s shoulder pads are getting bigger. They used to be scant, barely accentuating her natural curves. Now she sticks thick foam pads directly onto her bare shoulders. Sweaty foam against her smooth skin. ‘In-Shape’ they’re called. ‘Enhances your wardrobe and flatters your figure.’ She looks like a quarterback. She’s calling a passing game but never follows her own signals. I don’t know what will happen next.

Her shoulder pads are gigantic now—offensive tackle size. Soon she’ll have to turn sideways to pass through the bedroom doorway.


I’m bruising the produce. I caught myself gripping grapefruits the other day, one in each hand, squeezing gently. I glanced furtively at the customer who was mercifully diving into the bottom of her cart to retrieve a bag of Oreos. I quickly keyed in ‘Grapefruit, 2 @ 99¢’—and grabbed the porterhouse steaks.

Today my anemic couple bought a bunch of bananas. This depresses me beyond measure.

My wife has started using strange beauty products. She squeezes her eyelashes with metal tongs to curl them. It looks like she’s plucking her eyeballs out. She’s bought Jolen to bleach the shadowy hairs on her upper lip. I liked their scant darkness, the way drops of sweat would bead there when we made love. Now they are pale, almost invisible, totally innocuous.

Sometimes she uses an apricot facial mask. ‘Deep-cleanses pores and gives skin a luminous sheen.’ Her eyes peer out of the stark white as she files her nails and watches Sex and the City reruns. She can’t laugh—the mask is too tight—so she chortles and snorts.


I read: ‘Kool-Aid may contain tricalcium phosphate.’ Millions of kids are gulping water softener. I glance up from the cash register and am surprised to see my wife coming into the store. She never does the grocery shopping, food is my business. I peer around my cash register and see her shoulders sway down the cleaning goods/toiletries aisle. The muzak seems louder; I have to ask Mr Leeuwen to repeat what he’s said.

‘I have a coupon for the Premium Plus,’ he bellows.

I forget to charge for three tins of Friskies cat food. I don’t care. Then she’s standing at my cash. She’s started to wear a dark shade of lipstick—‘Raspberry Stain’ it’s called. I have covertly watched her face in the mirror as she applies it, carefully outlining her mouth with a matching pencil, using a small brush to apply the lipstick in controlled strokes. She is impossible to get near now. I fear her huge, red, indelible smudges.


I say hello or something, smile grudgingly. She’s buying an oversized bag of FOOD cotton balls and two yellowish-red mangoes. I put them in a plastic FOOD bag. The mangoes are surprisingly heavy, ripe. I can’t believe she’s buying fresh fruit. I avoid her eyes, fearful I might betray my suspicion. My theory. I take the money and give her change.

‘See you later,’ I mutter as I turn to the next customer.


At supper that night I watch her mouth as she eats. She doesn’t swallow one mouthful before inserting the next. I glimpse her molars mashing pork chop with green beans with potatoes. She takes her plate to the sink and returns with one of the mangoes and a sharp paring knife. She carefully removes all the peel, then bites in. Juice oozes out of the corners of her mouth and dribbles down her chin. She doesn’t offer me any.



If that’s not enough to convince you that you need to add this book to your collection, I don’t know what is.

Don’t forget to tune into All in a Day! Happy reading,

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PQ Weekly Roundup: 16 Jun 2017

pqroundup2Every Friday, the PQ Weekly Roundup collects the most shared links in our social media network—bookish articles, reviews, quizzes, recommendations and more—in convenient digest form.




Happy to see you here, Quill friends. Hope you enjoyed this book links, and as always, do feel free to share some of your own with us. Also, don’t forget to check out a few photos of the Printers Row Lit Fest on the blog. Who doesn’t like sun, heat and sizzling books in the Windy City?


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Out and About with the Quill: Printers Row Lit Fest

It was a sweltering weekend in the Windy City, and yours truly was on hand to experience the joy (and sunburn) of the Printers Row Lit Fest.

Held in the historic Printers Row neighbourhood of Chicago, this festival held its 33rd annual event, with a wide array of programming and exhibitors for adults and children. The Porcupine’s Quill was among those exhibitors, so of course I documented the experience in pictures for your viewing pleasure.

One of the neighbourhood mainstays is this gorgeous bookstore right on Dearborn Street–Sandmeyer’s Books.

Also in the neighbourhood, the Franklin Building, which formerly housed a catalogue and booklet printing company. The building has been re-purposed as a loft development.

Early morning set up was a bit lonely, I’ll admit.

This display configuration is what I like to call “wind abatement.” It ain’t exactly pretty, but it kept the books from blowing off the table. Much.

Finally, the people start to arrive!

One of the bonuses of the festival: free samples of KIND Bars and Häagen-Dazs ice cream.

And a couple of souvenirs.


And that, ladies and gents, was the Printers Row Lit Fest. Thanks to all who stopped by to learn about our books. And a special shout out to those lovely visitors from Guelph who knew who we were! 🙂


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PQ Weekly Roundup: 08 Jun 2017

pqroundup2Every Friday, the PQ Weekly Roundup collects the most shared links in our social media network—bookish articles, reviews, quizzes, recommendations and more—in convenient digest form.




Thanks for joining us this week for the PQ Weekly Roundup. My apologies for skipping last week’s roundup due to BookExpo—hope you didn’t miss me too much! Now, if you’re in the Chicago area this weekend, stop by and visit me at the Printers Row Lit Fest!

Happy weekend,sig

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