Don’t hate me.
Here’s the deal. I was halfway through The Northern Wastes, the third book of the Fair Folk series. It was going pretty well. I’d already done a rewrite, although there was a subplot that needed fixing. But I was tired. I’d spent too much time with Tom and Katharine and the rest of them. I needed a break from them. I needed to recharge the batteries.
And a change is as good as a rest.
I discovered Branwell Brontë at university. He’s the overlooked brother of the Brontë sisters (of Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights fame). Although he wrote poetry himself, and although he was even published before his sisters, he’s been ignored, dismissed, even vilified. That seemed terribly unfair; although he did end lose his life to drink and drugs, it didn’t seem right that he was remembered for that alone. I’ve wanted to write a book about him ever since.
So that’s what I did. You can read more about it here. And now the batteries are recharged. I’m ready to dive in and take Tom’s story into some weird and wonderful places (I guarantee you won’t see them coming, but feel free to guess!)