Friday, 23 October 2026
Warne's Adventure Book For Girls - by Sue Purkiss
Wednesday, 21 October 2026
Halloween thoughts - by Rowena House
A post about different approaches to non-fiction as art gave me a fresh perspective about my seventeenth-century witch trial work-in-progress this month, and how unknowable historical facts blended with memoir in a type of speculative writing that is both fiction and something else.
The article was by Sean Glatch, an American educator and writer whom I’ve quoted here before. I’ve put the link at the end because it’s rather long.
In it he says, ‘Speculative nonfiction describes nonfiction that heavily incorporates speculative elements ... It’s kind of like educated guessing. The writer uses what they know to guess at what they don’t, using invention, wondering, and speculation to uncover deeper truths.’
Drop the ‘non’ before ‘fiction’ in this quote and that’s what I’ve been doing for the past six years or so, uncovering what I think is a deeper truth within a witch trial pamphlet: that is, it takes serious critical thinking to reject the orthodoxy of one’s times, so I shouldn’t be too quick to judge the pamphleteer who inspired my protagonist.
This echoes the last post by Mr. Glatch which I quoted here in August about the generated idea within a story: something inspires you to write it, but then you discover something else.
For me, the something else was how good our brains are at forming and holding onto irrational beliefs. When those beliefs are backed by the force of religion, political orthodoxy, and social norms, it takes courage and a lot critical thinking to reject them.
I tested this hypothesis against my own past experience as an economics journalist working within powerful media and governmental organisations. For example: orthodox western economics insists that growth is a social good – the ‘right’ way for people and countries to escape poverty – regardless of the fact that it also exhausts irreplaceable natural resources like forests or fossil fuels, doing irreparable harm to the physical world on which we as a species depend for our survival.
Rational? I think not. Point that out, though, and you’re some kind of eco-freak.
Point out that a ‘witch’s’ cat or dog isn’t a demon conduit for the devil’s power and you’re also out of a job, right?
There is no way of knowing if the real pamphleteer on whom I based my character sincerely believed in witchcraft, nor if the trial judges did, or the jury that heard the cases, or the original pamphlet’s readers, or the poor souls who went to the gallows for impossible crimes.
But as Halloween approaches and witchy things are a bit of fun – or grounds for a feminist retelling of a shameful period in our history, one that tragically echoes in too many parts of the world today – I do hope people will also think about superstition rationally, and false beliefs in general.
Link to 'Making Art from Life' by Sean Glatch
https://writers.com/feature/making-art-from-life?ck_subscriber_id=1593143874&utm_source=convertkit&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Making+Art+from+Life+-+23709393&fbclid=IwY2xjawVEcdxleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBwZG9mAXNydGMGYXBwX2lkEDIyMjAzOTE3ODgyMDA4OTIAAR7KEhVZyeKeDniR0rX7EJ-wE_QBgxeaeCUIKDzX0ppOQ2FzGLGk3EHMZEql_Q_aem_rQ3HiCb3M1lzpbabFWDdKw
Monday, 19 October 2026
Rethinking the old hag - by Lu Hersey
I've been on holiday in Cornwall this week and completely forgot to write today's blog post. So this is a hasty update on one I wrote a couple of years ago, very suitable for the upcoming Halloween, or season of the witch...
When you think of the word 'hag', what image does it conjure in your mind? The wicked, nightmare crone of fairy tales, probably. But in reality, throughout most of history, by my age I'd be classified as a hag. It's a word defined by most dictionaries as 'an ugly, old and unpleasant woman'. Only a reasonably supportive bra and good modern dentistry saves me (and even then, I probably fit the bill).
During the notorious witch trials, a high proportion of the women strangled and burnt at the stake as witches were simply old, post-menopausal women. Toothless and wrinkly, no longer of any interest to men, unable to easily support themselves financially, and often with only a cat for company. Ostracised by society, they were more likely to voice their opinions freely (the modern version would be giving fewer fucks). Frankly, I fit at least two of those categories. I'd have been strangled and burnt, for sure.
Even today, old women garner very little respect in society. No matter what knowledge or wisdom they've gained from being around for so long, once they don't look great, they're largely ignored. It's still OK to treat them with contempt. I recently read former gynaecologist Adam Kay's autobiography, This is Going to Hurt - in which he devotes at least half a chapter to his intense dislike of doing operations on older women, in detail. No sensitivity reader needed, apparently. Old women, like people with ginger hair, are still fair game for society's derision and snide remarks.
Of course old men don't look great either, but far fewer were burnt as witches simply because they were cantankerous, old and ugly. No one derides them for having age related prostate problems or wrinkly old bollocks. And they can still garner respect for some reason, however nasty they might be. Look at Rupert Murdoch (to name but one...)
Anyway, to get to the point - isn't it time we change society's attitude to old women? We need to portray a society where old women aren't all blood-thirsty, embittered old hags who want to cook children and render their fat down to make mysterious potions. (Although I wouldn't want to entirely exclude this kind of activity - after all, it is coming up to halloween.) But we need positive portrayals in children's stories, alongside the evil hag. Include old women simply as people who've been around a long time and have seen a great deal - who might even be able to tell you something life changing. A nugget of invaluable information that transforms your future. Whatever. I try to include at least one in every book I write.
And that's the end of my rant for today. Now pass my broomstick, I'm going out.
PS I write a substack called An Old Hag's Snippets of Folklore, Myth and Magic - in case you're interested. And I have a Patreon account called Writing the Magic on a similar theme. I like to repeat myself :)
Saturday, 17 October 2026
One more time? By Steve Way
Hi. I hope
you don’t mind indulging me one more time. I’m wondering if this is becoming an
addiction…
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A few more signs… |
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BORDEAUX Where water doesn’t have
enough to occupy itself. |
SEVILLE Train station twined with Paddington. |
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BERLIN Visit the naturist commune
managed by Lyn. |
BERLIN Come a see the bears queuing
up for breakfast at the city zoo. |
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PATAGONIA (Gonias also like being
stroked.) |
You’ve been to RIYADH Why not visit WRHYTHNG |
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HAMSTERDAM Where hamsters go to chill
out…. |
HAMSTERDAM Holding back the hamster
invasion… |
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And some more limericks… |
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There was a girl from New
York, Completely addicted to pork, She gave her doctors a
fright, By eating it day and
night, So they set about stealing
her fork. |
There once was a lady
called Lynne, Who ran a bar in Dublin, She went out of business I
fear, For she refused to serve
beer, Citing drinking a sin. |
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Larry the Number 10 cat, Is ‘mouser’ to PMs short,
tall or fat, One didn’t like pets, And refused him the vets, So Larry just pooed in his
hat. |
Larry the ‘mouser’, Ran up the PMs trouser, Negotiation stopped it
seemed, As the PM loudly screamed, (Though the Commons was
none the wiser.) |
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A Welshman visited France, And found himself in a
dance, The ‘Moulin’ girls were amused, The audience looked on
bemused, While he whirled around in
a trance. |
A Scotsman by the name of
Harris, Decided once to visit
Paris, For a very silly bet, He ate ten tons of Crêpes Suzette, And thereby did himself embarrass. |
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A silly man from
Amsterdam, Invented a potato
jam! On toast it tasted rank
and vile, Making people run a mile! But… it was quite nice
with ham!?! |
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Then some road signs… |
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ZIMBABWE WAY |
GOA WAY |
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CHESTER-LE-STREET STREET |
LONG AND WINDING AVENUE Leading to ROCKY CLOSE |
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LOVER’S LANE Leading to
CALL-IT-OFF-CLOSE |
HELL > Please follow the
diversions while we repair the Good Intentions Causeway (we’ve been meaning
to get round to it for ages.) |
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Registry Office > < Solicitors Office |
LOIS LANE |
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DIVERSION Ã |
ART GALLERY |
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Finally, you can’t blame a
lad for dreaming… |
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STEVE WAY WAY |
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In the ‘Real
Story’ series, we find out that our heroine should really be referred to as ‘The
Princess who does PE’. Also how Goldie Lock gets on in the Bear’s house as she’s
being trained to be a reluctant thief by her parents. We also discover what
happens when the Dumpty family roll into town as part of the food circus and
how the plan of The Three ‘Blind’ Mice to play a trick on the farmer’s wife
nearly goes wrong. Little Billy Goat Gruff tricks his friends into believing
that an ogre is guarding the gate leading to the delicious green field, so they
need to hide while he deals with the situation… and then discovers the awful
truth… Finally, The Grand Old Duke of York needs help from the impending invasions
by The Grand Young Duke of Oldham and The Grand Middle-Aged Duke of Newcastle. His
soppy men will be no use after marching up and down hills… he needs the support
of some hardened fishermen from Scarborough, who recommend knitting as a form
of defence…
Thursday, 15 October 2026
Gruffalo Granny, written by Julia Donaldson, illustrated by Axel Scheffler, reviewed by Pippa Goodhart
I'm a Granny, and I was given this for my birthday by a small grandchild. Could this one possibly be up to Gruffalo standard of brilliance, I wondered? I opened it with some trepidation, and started to read it to two year old Finlay. The rhyming text of course rollicks along beautifully, and the story, more complex than The Gruffalo and The Gruffalo's Child, kept Finlay captivated throughout. 'Read it again', was his response!
In proper Gruffalo style, this is another story based on a tale of clever trickery,. This time its Scheherazade's trick of keeping her would-be killer at bay by telling, but not completing, stories each night. Gruffalo and daughter have caught Mouse, intending to cook Mouse Stew for Granny. Can Mouse keep delaying them with stories long enough to survive? I think you can guess the answer to that! But there's a funny and satisfying twist when they serve-up Vegetable rather than Mouse Soup for Granny Gruffalo. And then there is a bonus twist that delightfully suggests that maybe Julia Donaldson herself is Gruffalo Granny!
A book to engage and excite young fans of all the Donaldson/Scheffler picture books, but this would be a tricky introductory book to those delights. It assumes recognition and knowledge of the Snail and the Whale, Monkey Puzzle, and Room on the Broom stories which get partially told here but not completed. So, a fun game of other story spotting for aficionados, but confusing for those not in the know.
Lucky me, I got to sit close to Julia Donaldson and hear her read this story to a large marquee full of excited fans, and I can report that the queue for buying and having the book signed was huge. It's a winner!
Friday, 9 October 2026
WRITING FOLKLORE: Mermaids
Mermaids can still make a splash in children's literature.
Being brought up in a seaside town meant I often stood on the beach, looking beyond the waves and imagining another world beneath the sea.
It wasn't hard to feel there must be a secret world of shell-studded caves and watery underwater castles. Mermaids fitted right into those daydreams. A beautiful creature with a shimmering tail may have been looking right back at me or peeping shyly from a colourful rock pool.
So seeing the attraction in children's books was an easy step. Mermaids are magical beings - part human, part otherworldly.
Hans Christian Anderson's The Little Mermaid was a favourite childhood book.
Wednesday, 7 October 2026
Members' News October
It's a quiet month on the news round-up.
Alys knows the dangers of obsession, having suffered the
loss of a talented but disturbed friend in her student days. Her new post as
head of art and move to rural Warwickshire offer a fresh start, but the
reappearance of Fraser, from her college days, triggers fear that their shared
guilt will blight the present. Meanwhile her daughter Rowan, 19, is
increasingly involved in animal activism, often overwhelmed by the scale of
suffering and by public indifference. How can either of them, mother or
daughter, find fulfilment?








