Kate MacRitchie | Author of Fireside Fairy Tales
Cart 0
Subscribe Blog Shop Novel Magic Kit
Cart 0
SubscribeBlogShopNovel Magic Kit
Kate MacRitchie | Author of Fireside Fairy Tales
Fantasy author hopelessly ensnared by the Scottish Otherworld and its mysterious inhabitants. I write books brimming with ancient magic, Celtic folklore and dark fairies.
  • All
  • writing

Follow my whimsical, bookish updates on Instagram, Pinterest and Goodreads. I’d love to see you there!
Happy Monday ❤ Just me and my books today. I'm going back to basics with Instagram for a wee while. Part of me really wants to throw myself into this account as a creative outlet the way I used to. I'd started planning photos and video ideas and a mi
Happy Summer Solstice 🌞🍃 It's the longest day of the year and I find myself at a strange crossroads. My boyfriend has moved for an amazing work opportunity, but of course I'm missing him a lot. At the same time I found myself out of work 🥲. My nex
"When she was a baby, Fiona reached out of her crib and pricked her thumb on a blackthorn spike. You'd think the sap poisonous by the way her mother screamed. Before anyone could reach the crib Fiona had sucked the blood away. Fiona grew but th
Spirit of May, summoned by the bluebell's knell, spring fires and wind-ruffled pages. Haunter of spiny blackthorn and the oak grove, weaver of spells and sunlight. . I'm never sure where I'm going with these captions 🙃 May has given me many happy,
Candid snap from a walk along the abandoned old road. Across the gorge you can see ancient Craighall Castle, the ancestral home of Clan Rattray, perched upon the craggy cliffs. I've always been fascinated by old places. When you walk the abandoned ro
Once I read a book by George MacKay Brown where a character named Winifred dreamily referenced an old tale where a duke had opals for eyes. I searched everywhere for this tale but couldn't find it. Maybe the author invented it! Yet I still longed t
Happy Beltane 🍃 It feels fitting that today I'm tinkering with my novella 'The Coming of Brìde' ~ Brìde was an ancient Celtic goddess associated with spring (and also poetry!) 🌸. The novella started life as a short tale for 'Fireside
Circumstance has transfigured me into an evening writer. I always felt mornings were my best time but I find my muse likes the peace of coffee, candles and moonlight 🕯🌙 Things that morning's light turns to ash can be whispered to the dusk. When
"The worker must have bread, but she must have roses, too" ~ Rose Schneiderman. Could I survive without snowdrops? Without poetry, without notebooks filled with fairy tales? Could I survive without books and sunlight? Maybe. But I wouldn'
The kirk you see behind me is on the street where I grew up. I used to play in this field and later would walk my dog in it. When it's not ploughed I still like to wander its muddy edges. Sometimes I feel that you don't put roots in a place, a place
The morning cup that wrote an unexpected poem, that wove a tapestry from jumbled story threads. A dark elixir that gave life to what didn't exist. Thank you, little cup of bitter black magic ☕❤ . . . . #writinghabit #writerslife #amwriting #morningp
HomeAboutContact