October Apologies

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October is a spooky month, as Halloween at the end has spilled forward and filled up the rest of the days. I blame the supermarkets. Halloween goodies have been in the stores for over a month here, and I admire their enthusiasm. As someone who writes spooky stuff, I feel like I need to mark October, but my inspiration has been a little lacking for a while. I have not lived up to my own standards. Last year I did a post with one of Kane’s old stories every day. It was cheating, but I hope that anyone kind enough to stop by could enjoy revisiting them. I’m going to cheat again this year and do the same, except that I promise that there will be a few new stories scattered among the old favourites. After all, if I can’t spam you with ghost stories in October, when can I?

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While I hope that you enjoy them, I am uneasily aware that for those who have subscribed, this is going to make a mess of your inbox. I apologise in advance. Anyone who has any sort of subscription to things supernatural is going to find their emails overflowing. But at least you know what to expect with my stuff.

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And once all the tinsel bats have been safely packed away, the writing schedule should be back to normal. I have a few ideas that I feel like chasing down, and it’s a great time of year for writing.

So, in advance, I’m sorry. I still hope that you’ll enjoy re-visiting some of the best of Kane with a couple of new stories. I’d love to hear your opinion on this, and let me know if you’d like some non-Kane spooky stories scattered through the month.

Wishing you a wonderful October!

One of my Favourites

It’s been a while since I wrote this, but I was reminded and I thought I would share it as a blast from the past. It’s always been one of my favourites.

One of mine, I think I took it of the fake castle in Roundhay Park, Leeds

There is a castle on the hill

A king sat there in days of old

His knights were brave, his ladies fair

The pinnacle of brave and bold

 

Minstrels there were, and jesters sharp

Ministers with wisdom deep

Priests and monks in cloistered nooks

All knowledge gathered in his keep

 

There was a knight, a lady fair

A false man and a desperate fight

A riven kingdom, empty hope

A funeral pyre and fading light

 

The story’s old and patched with songs

On threads that wore out long ago

Who knows the truth of treasure there

Before the final overthrow

 

Young lads go there to try their hand

Digging the vaults and dusty hall

The tombs are empty, nothing’s there

A bird’s nest in a broken wall.

 

Some nights, when Venus sails the sky

And Mars is courting near the moon

They say that ghostly dancers whirl

To echoes of an ancient tune

 

Splendour and crowns have tumbled down

The painted walls have faded pale

And while we bustle round our lives

Dust slowly settles on the tale. 

Facebook Jail!

I’ve been locked out of Facebook.

I know why – I was trying to mind my manners. Yesterday, 22nd September 2025, was my internet birthday and, for one reason or another, I got over 150 messages wishing me Happy Birthday! Today I’ve just spent over half an hour going along the list pressing the ‘Like’ button and trying to type in ‘Thank you!’ all that many times, and I think Facebook thought that I was spamming. I guess I was spamming, typing in ‘thank you’ over 150 times, but I was just trying to be polite!

I had to take a moving pic of my face, which I wasn’t particularly happy about. I don’t see any need for my face to be anywhere. I look like a bag of spanners at the best of times, and the last thing I want is for it to be out there in Internetland. They are considering whether my page follows community standards. As it’s mainly full of shared memes, I have concerns that I won’t make the cut.

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So if you’re looking for me on Facebook, and you can’t find me, I’m sorry. It wasn’t my fault! And I suppose that now I need to go and learn instagram, if that’s still available!

How I Met My Husband

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I wish my maps looked as gorgeous as this!

It may be forty years ago, but I still remember with clarity the first time I met my husband. It was in the early 1980s, and I wanted to figure out what this ‘roleplaying’ and Dungeons and Dragons was all about. This was a long time before it became well known and it was very much a niche. I had heard that there was a group at a local university, and I wandered along to see what it was all about.

My first impression was that it was all male. I was the only female in the room, surrounded by men in their late teens and early twenties and, looking back, they were at the stage of peak hormones and awkwardness. It could have been mortifyingly difficult, but they were lovely, and it felt like a safe place with good people. I joined a game which was based around the stories of HP Lovecraft – Call of Cthulu – and asked for explanations, finding myself next to the man that I didn’t realise that I was going to marry, and I was instantly hooked.

There’s something about table-top roleplaying games. They free the imagination in wonderful ways and are amazing training for authors. I suppose it’s like acting in a way as you can become so many different characters without any physical constraints. The setting is based around the game, the dungeon master or games master and your own imagination. You can be anything!

I hadn’t got a clue what I was doing, of course and my darling husband-to-be (that I didn’t realise yet) patiently talked me through how to create a character and the rules of the game. He took all the time he needed, and I blossomed under it. Over the next year I became a demon fighter, an elf with a chest wig, a male thief with appalling taste in pipe tobacco and a 1930s socialite with a knack for finding adventure and an embarrassing lack of virtue. It was immense fun.

Using roleplaying to explore characters, settings and stories is wonderful training for any author and I heartily recommend it. I’ve played so many different characters in so many different ways and now I find that I have a wonderful portfolio of characters to draw on when I sit down to write. Not only that, but over forty years of roleplaying, I’ve trained in a flexibility of imagination that is so useful when sitting down to create a world. I didn’t even realise how much I was learning as I played – I just had fun!

And it wasn’t a bad way to start off a marriage, either. As broke newlyweds, having a hobby that needed only a few dice, paper and pencil and an industrious imagination was incredibly cost effective as well as a wonderful way to lose ourselves in strange worlds together. We’ve had such a blast over the years, and it is still one of my favourite ways of spending time with my darling.

When I found out that my old sparring partner, Finn Cullen, had created an RPG based on Malory Towers, I was thrilled. As Finn was responsible, I know that it’s going to be fun, and it’s based on Malory Towers! I discovered the Malory Towers books back in the 1970s, and as a broke kid in an industrial town, it seemed as foreign a world as Narnia or Sherlock Holmes. I adored those books, and now that they’re combined with my favourite couple’s hobby, I’m in heaven. I can make up a character that not only can enjoy the novelty of entering a post-war boarding school and dealing with the social complexities but also uncover secrets and solve cosy mysteries (in between cheering on or captaining the lacrosse team) while spending time with my favourite human. I can’t wait. I plan to perhaps dig out some old-fashioned lemonade to have as we play, along with some iced buns or I could make some spicy gingerbread for us as we settle in for the long, autumn evenings.

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I can almost imagine shouts from the lacrosse field, though it’s not a school but the setting for Wolf Hall

If Malory Towers is a fond memory and you’re interested in roleplaying, you can find Finn’s game here – Blaydon Grange. If you do investigate, I’d love to know what you think about it, or about roleplaying in general. I always love to hear from you.