Blogging intent

Hi Guys
I have been reeducated in blogging and will now try and keep them coming, after a lasped year. Usually I expend my thoughts in email responses, and I am concluding that some are worth blogging out to the world wide web. Take today. Two emails, from Graham Coe, National Library, and Fiona Kidman, writer. Neither can make it to launch of my Irish riots novel (see previous blog announcement of The Mock Funeral). Both are out of the rea, Graham in Germany. He wants to know if as a small publisher I would have any input into his report to NZ Government on the Frankfurt Book Fair. Do I what? Oh yes.
I think the NZ Govt could sponsor a booth or stall at the FBF and feature all us small publishers, demonstrating to the world the wealth of publishing in this ocuntry, currently unknown because of cost. I spent a small fortune on the New York Library book fair this year to feature one title, The Mock Funeral. My thinking was that all those Irish New Yorkers would respond to one of the main characters in the novel, the New York Irish editor who is tried for sedition here, after being tried for treason in Australia for provoking the Eureka Stockade incident. Potent stuff.
I could not afford any other displays of the book.
The response to Fiona was that I was enjoying very much her memoirs 'At the End of Darwin Road' because it is a powerful reminder of the male authority fascists we left behind when the feminist charge came in the 70s, Fiona prominent. She was a pioneer, putting up with headmaster, doctor, even shamefully a writer, and her own FEMALE library boss giving her a hard time for not being at home with the kids like a good suburban mum. Then there is the story about her husband a Maori being called a Spaniard by her relations. We had that dark rumour in our family of a Spanish relation. Bollocky nonsense. Fiona and my novel inspired me to check out my Irish connections and lo and behold, I am half Irish, not the quarter previously thought.This presetns a challenge to my Scottish emphaisis. I haev the McGill tartan, cost a pretty penny to be made into a kilt. What about the Irish? Well, at least I have written now twice about the Irish in NZ. The attraction of doing so I can now regard as an inherited disposition. I pursue that thought with my upcoming food memoirs, where I claim I am what I cook. More on that after the Irish noel is launched at the national Irish feis come Labour Weekend, at Kapiti College. Slainthe!