I think my eventual goal as a writer is to write a novel in the style of Barbara Pym, but with a supernatural element.
Like, the handsome vicar turns out to be a werewolf or something.
"What a pity we can't make a cup of Ovaltine, was her last conscious thought as the beast tore at her throat..." See? It totally works.
Nah, the world's probably not ready for something that awesome. Never mind.