Edit #27
Leaping the abyss into publishing my first book, update in an occasional series by Siv Parker ***** A few months back... Apart from the pain in both eyes unique to checking the edits, the other more pressing demand of getting my first book together was the essential conversation with the family. "What do you mean, ‘we’re not in it’", they’d asked as we sat - aunties, uncles and cousins - passing heavily laden platters of food around the large round table. For people who didn’t know much about writing a book, they had a clear idea what should be in mine. Them. They expected to be in it. I checked the temperature of a party pie, "It’s about blackfellas…and stuff. I didn't want to put anyone on the spot", before putting the whole thing in my mouth. "We’re blackfellas." Three kinds of cold meats and potato salad was being generously divvied up. Another made the correction in carefully enunciated syllables, "We are fam-i...