(above portrait is of a young Catherine of Aragon)
Now that I’m no longer in between novels, I finally feel
like things are back to normal.  Except
that they aren’t.  Instead of working on
my next teen fiction, I’m researching the early 1500s for the setting of my
next series; a Tudor Murder Mystery series for adult readers under a pen name
(which will be disclosed upon release of book 1).  The main character will be/is fictitious, but
the story revolves around historic events, so although it’s a fiction, I
absolutely must get the setting and history right.  Which means a lot of research, which I love
doing.
I’ve always wanted to write a whodunit and I’ve always
wanted to explore the Tudor era in more depth (the Masters degree was in Early
Medieval Archaeology, so anything past Conquest was too late for me).  Now that I’m more engaged with the latter
medieval, I find myself getting sucked into the era. The more I learn, the more
I want to know.
Which brings us to 1513, the year my novel is set.  I knew a bit about the first wife of Henry
VIII; that she was treated pretty roughly towards the end when his wandering
eye took his interest (and hopes for a son) to Catherin’s lady-in-waiting, Anne
Boleyn. I also knew she bore many children although only one survived (to
become Queen Mary).  I didn’t know that
she’d been assigned Regent for six months while Henry was away in France, that
heavily pregnant, she donned full armour, rode north to address her troops who
were due to invade Scotland.  England  had been at war with Scotland 
But Catherine of Aragon is not my protagonist – she’s just
part of the background tapestry of my setting. My main character is a young
woman of no real consequence.  Her father
is a Lord, her fiancé is in France 

 
