Ailsa Ross
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Ailsa Ross
@ailsaross.bsky.social
Author by a frozen lake
Hovel, a novel, out with Strange Light / Penguin Random House March 2026
Holy Fools substack
Ailsaross.com
Often I am having dreams about what I would serve in my dream cafe (dark bread, almond cream apple tarts, oatcakes), but really, Patti Smith already created my dream cafe in M Train.

"No music no menus. Just silence black coffee olive oil fresh mint brown bread."
January 14, 2026 at 6:30 PM
All through my twenties, I purposely did not take photos and I did not learn video, because it was writing that I loved. Yet here I am, a ridiculous age, and still the need to take photos is creeping up on me, even after learning how to write.

Here is a fox I once photographed.
January 12, 2026 at 11:30 AM
I don't think for a second that if I start posting on Substack or wherever with some consistency that I will suddenly get a following and I will be able to help move the needle on my book, HOVEL.

There are so many people in the world, but I cannot reach them.
January 9, 2026 at 4:31 PM
There is a scholar’s apartment at the Icelandic Folk and Outsider Art Museum that is available to artists, researchers and other guests. It’s available year round.
January 6, 2026 at 12:01 PM
Do you have the flu? have you tried these cures?
January 5, 2026 at 2:36 PM
Did a Substack before I contracted flu. Now help me understand Bluesky?
January 4, 2026 at 3:15 PM
The naturalist and bear whisperer Charlie Russell said of animal tracks:

“Tracks are amazing. It’s so wonderful when there’s a fresh skiff of snow and you can see tracks. They show the animal’s history, his biography, at least for a few miles..."

I’ve written about him in my latest Substack post.
January 3, 2026 at 1:30 PM
I’ve started a Substack about hermits and artists and adventurers.

It is about complex people who are sometimes railing against their loneliness, who are sometimes in love with their solitude.

It's called Holy Fools.

Maybe it could have a better name?
January 3, 2026 at 10:30 AM
Defile the plots of envy
We're not worthless worms

I love these two lines, attributed to the Cynics of ancient Greece, and to Jetsunma Tenzin Palmo – a woman who’s lived in a mountain cave for twelve years.
January 2, 2026 at 5:45 PM
In winter I miss lettuce; in summer I miss the stars.

On balance, it is lettuce I miss more.
January 2, 2026 at 3:30 PM
Pickling dandelion buds is not so easy. They want to blossom into flowers so fast.
May 6, 2025 at 9:26 PM
April 27, 2025 at 2:36 PM
Yesterday the lake where I live unfroze
April 25, 2025 at 4:53 PM
We are going out at dusk
February 26, 2025 at 2:25 PM
I think I took these pictures about two weeks ago. This was a nice day.
December 5, 2024 at 5:11 PM
December 5, 2024 at 4:39 PM
December 2, 2024 at 6:33 PM
Three words
November 29, 2024 at 5:35 PM
I read they've got scent glands on the backs of their knees
November 29, 2024 at 5:07 PM