Caroline Akrill's Blog
February 24, 2017
Fane alert!
One needs a breather between books, I find. So whilst my first mainstream adult novel, The Last Baronet, is finding its feet, I was intending to do something else, like make a rabbit-proof garden or paint the banisters. This would not, you understand, stretch into the 30 year gap between Flying Changes and The Last Baronet, but it would have given me time to recharge the batteries. As it is, Henrietta Fane is being troublesome.
Nothing new there, I hear you say. But Henrietta has been quiet for a long time and one can only assume that there is calamity at Havers Hall and something needs sorting. The hunting ban has meant the Fanes have lost their liveries. The terrifying scheme the sisters propose in order to boost their dwindling income might be hysterical if was not quite so heartbreaking in its naivety. But the Fanes, with the wind under their tails, are an unstoppable force. Clearly, something has to be done. Inevitably, this means that the trilogy will become a quartet and the rabbit-proofing and the banisters will have to wait.
Amongst the kindly expressed disappointment that nothing further seemed to be in the pot for the Fanes, there were helpful (and also wonderful and wildly preposterous) suggestions as to what they might do next. I have unashamedly adopted one of the ideas, and no! I am not telling!
Sufficient to say that something is now brewing in the pot and my next mainstream novel, The Park, is having to wait in line!
Nothing new there, I hear you say. But Henrietta has been quiet for a long time and one can only assume that there is calamity at Havers Hall and something needs sorting. The hunting ban has meant the Fanes have lost their liveries. The terrifying scheme the sisters propose in order to boost their dwindling income might be hysterical if was not quite so heartbreaking in its naivety. But the Fanes, with the wind under their tails, are an unstoppable force. Clearly, something has to be done. Inevitably, this means that the trilogy will become a quartet and the rabbit-proofing and the banisters will have to wait.
Amongst the kindly expressed disappointment that nothing further seemed to be in the pot for the Fanes, there were helpful (and also wonderful and wildly preposterous) suggestions as to what they might do next. I have unashamedly adopted one of the ideas, and no! I am not telling!
Sufficient to say that something is now brewing in the pot and my next mainstream novel, The Park, is having to wait in line!
