All that I have written and completed, with the exception of a book of essays I wrote while I was traveling in Argentina, is now on Kindle and available to those who might be interested.
Over the last ten years, my novels have gone from the story of a lost platypus to sexual abuse in the prisons of Argentina. I have begun to wonder why I wandered down the path I did, and still have no answer. As I wrote in my memoir, throughout my life, I have always attracted the company of violent men and sad women. Those characters populate the books I’ve written, but they are not the reason I wrote them.
“Albert of Adelaide” was a novel written in three layers. Like most complex stories it is hard to explain and difficult to market. I am proud of the book and had it not been published I doubt that that I would have written the rest.
There are no female characters in “Albert of Adelaide”, yet the last three novels I wrote, Lily, The Spring Offensive, and Soledad are all stories of women who had been hurt badly by men. These women were important to me, or I wouldn’t have written about them. Lily, the last book in the Old Australia trilogy was the beginning of the segue from Lily’s pain, to Andrea's hunt for someone who understood, to Soledad, who was treated the worst of all. All I know, is that I was in love with all of them.