Selkie Grove is a place of enchantment for dark romantics, ethereal beings, and lovers of the written word. Every month I send letters, love lists, and eldritch musings from my home in the heart of Scotland.
Welcome to the wild dusk of a woman’s soul.
What Subscribers Receive
Free subscribers receive dawn letters as often as I can write them, access to comments, and occasional free content.
Paid subscribers are my kindred spirits. They get a dusk letter every month — the equivalent of a lilac-scented, moth wing-dusted envelope containing secrets best read by moonlight — as well as monthly love lists.
About Me
I’m Kate — a sìth-soul and writer living in the heart of Scotland.
I was born ringle-eyed, a desirable trait in sheepdogs but suspicious in a woman. Unfortunately, I don’t live in an old folktale, therefore my eyes don’t mark me for a special or sinister destiny and I must make my own way in life. Probably the extra white in my iris comes from staring too often at the moon.
I dislike reality (unless it’s a May wood painted and perfumed with bluebells), pessimism, and car parks. I enjoy the company of kindred souls, nature, and dark music. Writing and daydreams are two constants in my life, helping me to create a more beautiful, bewitching everyday. As a Gaelic speaker I’ve learned that the link between land, language, and people is as tangled and tenacious as ivy. Learning the tongue of my ancestors has uncovered deep, invisible roots that tether me to this land and stir my soul to life.
I am the author of two books - Fireside Fairy Tales and Fireside Magic — story collections inspired by the folklore and magic of my native Scotland. My plan was to release Fireside Ghosts (the final book in the series) in 2023 but feeling burnt out by life I’ve decided to take a break. Rather than force the words I plan to rest, heal, and replenish my creative well so I can write a book that feels right. I believe rest is a vital part of a writer’s life — or should be. Like the trees we have innate cycles and seasons that ought to be respected if we’re to flourish and grow.
When I’m not writing, I am being written upon. My footsteps trace hill and riverside. I take the owl and cuckoo’s cry into my heart. I try to blossom with the beautiful parts of the world and root into the dark undertow of life’s current.
I trust that I am where I need to be, and I trust that you have arrived here for a reason too.