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Brea
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Reader, crafter, dreamer.
She/They/Anything In-between
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Ooh, this word is in the first bit of the Prologue to Murder By The C - currently in editing, preparing for a round of queries.

#WIPsnips #writingprompt #writesky #writingcommunity #cozymystery
PROLOGUE July 2023 Moonlight reflected off the curves of the black sports car as it sped along the winding asphalt, swerving recklessly over the centre line. The car was a blur of motion on the empty stretch of road, its engine roaring through the otherwise silent night. They had been going for hours, racing from the city, along the coast of Highway 10. A gibbous moon lit the hills and coastline as they streaked past. The beautiful green, grey, and brown landscape, and white-capped ocean waves were ignored by the car and its driver alike as “Brogue Bight” flashed in reflective lettering from the side of the road.
December 4, 2025 at 12:49 PM
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Today's #writingprompt from #WIPSnips found a moment of serenity. #writesky #cozymystery #writingcommunity
The wind gusted as she stepped out of her car; she grabbed at her baseball cap to keep it on her head. Pulling it down, she held it with one hand and looked down over the hills to the ocean and over the town. The view was breathtaking; green hills and dramatic cliffs gave way to ocean waves glittering in the sunlight. She always felt a sense of peace and belonging when she stared out over the town. From this vantage point she could see about half the houses, which stretched down along Brogue Bight Road. Grey clouds hung distantly in the sky, and Celia wondered if the weather might finally break.
December 1, 2025 at 11:28 AM
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Celia, after finding a body near her store, contemplates where to go next.

#WIPsnips #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompt
She looked around the empty street with apprehension. She’d have to walk alone. Wish I could call a cab, but there’s none in this little town. It was a rare moment when she missed the conveniences of city life. Contemplating which direction to take home, she felt vulnerable. Most of the shops along The Loop closed at suppertime, leaving the road quiet and deserted. Waves crashed against the rocky cliff behind her, and she breathed in the smell of salt spray in the air. Hesitating, she turned left. The closest restaurant was that way, and she didn’t feel like cooking alone after such a strange day. Celia decided a feed of fish and brewis from Bradach Brewery would be just the thing. The gastro-pub brewed its own selection of beers, as well as boasting some of the best tasting fish available on the east coast. She started through the humid evening air, glad to be heading downhill. The evening still held much of the day's heat, but loneliness and a light ocean breeze left her feeling slightly chilled.
November 21, 2025 at 4:40 PM
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From Murder By The C, a scene where Celia is greeting some new customers into her shop.
#writingcommunity #amwriting #writingprompt #writesky
Ting-a-ling-a-ling The bell chimed a dainty song, dangling at the end of the z's wire Celia had rigged to the door. Another local looky-loo, I bet. She sighed and turned on her customer service smile. “Afternoon,” she cheerfully greeted the three people entering. The first was a scowling middle-aged woman with a greying “let-me-talk-to-your-manager” haircut, wearing jeans and a long-sleeve button-up despite the warm day. The second was an older woman with white hair, also in jeans and a long-sleeve blouse, stepping slowly with the help of the third and youngest, a petite girl with blond hair past her waist, somewhere between 12 and 20, also modestly dressed. “Vanessa, I don’t know why you want to come in here. They sell knick-knacks like this at Grady’s.” The first woman looked around, holding the door open. “Mom, Nan loves to see the knit stuff. Maybe she could sell some things she makes, too?” The young girl spoke quietly, head sunk into the collar of her oversized shirt. Feathery bangs hung into her eyes. “Well, she can sell them at Grady’s. I’ll talk to Juanita about it.” Letting the door shut behind her, the mother crossed her arms.
November 19, 2025 at 12:45 PM
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This mornings #writingcompanion is helping me see things from new angles. Storm is a very good helper.
#amwriting #writingcommunity #blackcats #catsky
A black cat leaning back and twisting its head.
November 17, 2025 at 10:24 AM
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From my newest WIP, an un-named fantasy story about a young witch.
Putricilla slid down onto the stone walkway, hearing the rip of canvas. She felt at her backside and twisted to see a tear longer than her hand running down her rear. *Oh, by the bells. Another pair of pants I have to repair.* She stepped through the wooden door into the tower, and jogged down the narrow steps inside her bedroom.  A wardrobe nearly twice her height held all her clothes. Three uniform dresses, one for special occasions, two cloaks for rain and snow, and a stack of pants and shirts she’d made herself for the summer, when no other students were around. She changed into the regular school uniform, a grey dress with indigo trim at the waist, neck, and hem, and tied an indigo apron around her thin middle. Her stomach rumbled. *Maybe I should go down for dinner.* Running her fingers through her hair, she untangled the worst of the knots and checked her reflection in the mirror. Same green eyes, same yellow hair cut off at her chin, same crooked front teeth. Satisfied the headmistress wouldn’t admonish her for being slovenly, she  left her room through the lower door and descended through the tower, past the empty rooms of other students. Putricilla knew within the week dozens of students would buzz through the halls and she would lose her solitude. *I hope whoever's arriving isn't heading right for the kitchens too.*
November 16, 2025 at 12:48 PM
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From my WIP tentatively titled "Reeled In" - a #cozymystery

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips
Black text on a white background: Celia looked around the foyer. From the amount of full garbage bags she could tell Hunter wasn’t wasting any time. “Where should we start?” “I’ve been picking up the obvious trash. The moth-eaten clothes and carpets, trash left by vandals, that sort of thing. I put some stuff in the dining room that I think could be worth keeping or selling. The furniture is all solid wood, and heavy, so it’s all left in place.” He led Celia and Ness to the left of the front door, through a set of dark double doors. “Wow, Hunter. This table is exquisite.” Celia stared at the long table, surrounded by twenty tall-backed dining chairs. The surface was covered in stacks of dishes and glassware, oil lamps, ashtrays, and other small items. She marvelled at the crystal chandelier hanging above the colourful mess. It was beautiful despite the years of cobwebs and dust. “I want to keep that for sure, and the chandelier.”
November 2, 2025 at 3:15 PM
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From my #cozymystery Murder By The C, currently in the trenches of editing it. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips
Black text on a white background: "The wind gusted as she stepped out of her car; she grabbed at her baseball cap to keep it on her head. Pulling it down, she held it with one hand and looked down over the hills to the ocean and over the town. The view was breathtaking; green hills and dramatic cliffs gave way to ocean waves glittering in the sunlight. She always felt a sense of peace and belonging when she stared out over the town. From this vantage point she could see about half the houses, which stretched down along Brogue Bight Road. Grey clouds hung distantly in the sky, and Celia wondered if the weather might finally break."
October 26, 2025 at 11:01 AM
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Today's #writingcompanion is more of a hindrance than a help. Storm says scritches are more important.
A black cat is lying on an open notebook, front paws curled into his chest. A green string bookmark is in the centre of the pages.
October 1, 2025 at 9:37 AM
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Today's #writingcompanion is asleep on the job. #writingcommunity #dogsky #Englishpointer #BirdDogNoBird
A spotted, black and white English Pointer is curled up in the corner of a dark blue couch. In the foreground is a clipboard with a sheet of typed paper and a blue pen.
August 10, 2025 at 2:13 PM
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Today's #writingcompanion is all tucked in. Roxy says Hello. #writingcommunity #writesky #dogsky #Englishpointer #birddognobird
Photo of a black and white English Pointer, tucked up to her chin in a matching blanket.
July 27, 2025 at 5:30 PM
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Ever wondered what public servants do all day? I sit and take phone calls, but when no one calls I colour!
A half-coloured colouring book page. The image on the page is of a cat witch floating on a broom next to a ghost and a cat zombie.
April 10, 2025 at 12:25 PM
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Happy #TBRTuesday! What's everyone else's To Be Read piles look like? I've been collecting mine for a few years with little reading being done. 2025 is the year I put a big dent in this though! 💙📚 🐈‍⬛
Photo is centered on a very full bookshelf, books are stacked in front and on top of each other, there are books on the top of the shelf as well.
March 25, 2025 at 1:02 PM
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Because sometimes we all just need to hear a cat purr. Here's Storm.
March 23, 2025 at 11:04 PM
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What to do when your head aches and every noise makes it worse? Scribble on paper!
#wip #amwriting #writingcommunity
A purple pen sits atop the page on an open notebook, which sits on top of a sticker-bombed lap desk.
March 19, 2025 at 11:28 AM
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Another #Caturday afternoon with Storm snuggled in my lap. #catsofbluesky #blackcats
A black cat with green eyes looks up from under a blanket.
March 16, 2025 at 5:42 PM
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Well, I've got my evening sorted. What's everyone else up to?
#wip #writing 💙📚
A spiral notebook, purple pen, joint, and mug of tea sit on a sticker bombed lapdesk.
March 13, 2025 at 9:47 PM
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She might wear a Carhartt collar but don't let it fool you. This dog hasn't worked a day in her life. #Roxy #BirdDogNoBird
A black and white English Pointer lies curled on a bed, orange collar around her neck.
March 13, 2025 at 6:10 PM
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My #writing #wip is Crafts By The C, a cozy mystery set on Canada's eastern coast. Here's the little blurb I wrote for it. Soon to be recruiting beta readers! 💙📚🔎 #cozymystery
White text on a black background: Celia Clarke traded her complicated city life in St John’s for a quiet one of running her own crafts store on Newfoundland’s Irish Loop. The picturesque town of Brogue Bight had welcomed her with - mostly - open arms, and her seasonal craft store became a hit with tourists. She quickly settled into a comfortably quiet life with her two cats, Cash and Mo, until she unwittingly walks into a murder scene on a bright summers day. Then someone breaks into her store. And is someone stalking her? Are all these events related? Has she become a target for the killer? Celia’s once simple life quickly becomes tangled in a net of old rumours and new that may make her the next victim. With the help of her tomboyish teenage employee, Ness Drover, and against the wishes of handsome RCMP Sergeant Ravi Wilson, Celia investigates her neighbours in an attempt to unmask the killer in the cove.
March 12, 2025 at 7:24 PM
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A mostly white book sits on a striated blue-grey background. In the top left corner of the book cover is a red letter C in a small square box, the Coronet logo. In large black print at the top centre is the authors name MARY STEWART. The center of the cover has a sparkling aquamarine princess-cut round gem, in front of the gem is a longsword with red gems on pommel and cross guard. Below the point of the sword is the title of the novel in black print, THE CRYSTAL CAVE.
March 4, 2025 at 10:53 AM
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My favourite photo of my two housepanthers.
February 21, 2025 at 12:21 AM
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Enough with the murder books, I'm reading something more fantastical this week. And #procrastireading instead of doing dishes. Or my floors. 💙📚🪐
#currentread #fantasy #faeries
The cover of a novel, two women are pictured with a glowing pedastel between them. On the left is a woman with long dark hair and unearthly pale skin, wearing a flowing white gown that sparkles. On the right is a woman with short dark hair, wearing red and brown clothes. They are cut off at the waist by the image of a silver sword. Above the sword text reads 'Through the shadow lands and beyond'. Below the sword in larger text is the book title and authors name SILVERS EDGE Anne Kelleher.
February 20, 2025 at 2:12 PM
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Any other #blackcats out there that drool when they're happy? Storm turns into a waterfall whenever he purrs. 🐈‍⬛💙
#catsky
In focus is a black cat with yellow-green eyes, black nose and black whiskers. Strings of drool run from the corners of his mouth to his chest. I swear it's from purring.
February 18, 2025 at 1:33 PM
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#currentread is A Short Time To Die by Susan Alice Bickford. Can't get away from my love of #mystery novels these days, they make up at least half my TBR bookshelf.
Cover of a novel, A Short Time To Die by Susan Alice Bickford. The authors name is printed across the top, the faint image of a hand lying in snow, with a large snowflake in the palm. The title is printed over the image in large capital letters.
February 16, 2025 at 10:16 PM
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#mystery novels are my jam. Today's read is Pale As The Dead by Fiona Mountain. First in a series about an ancestor detective. 💙📚 #currentread
Picture is of the cover of a novel, text on it reads PALE AS THE DEAD Fiona Mountain. Image on the cover is of a pale and blurred figure dressed in white with long red hair standing in an old overgrown graveyard.
February 13, 2025 at 12:12 PM