There was a slightly breathless synopsis here for my novel-in-progress, but I’ve taken it down because that novel (completed, dreadful) has taken up residence under my desk. I’m 60,000 words in on another novel  - 1974, Australia, families, trouble - and offer that information as solace to others: the first manuscript is often garbage, but regard it as a holding pen for all the autobiographical nonsense you need to get out of your brain so a new and worthwhile story can fill the void. 

I’m also working on a non-fiction title that you can read about at http://kirstenalexander.blogspot.com