Charlotte Clutterbuck
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Charlotte Clutterbuck
@wordfinch.bsky.social
Writer, editor, wife, mother, grandmother, birdwatcher, star-watcher, kayaker, on a mission to keep stuff out of landfill.

My stone-age novel, 'Twin Stars' on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com.au/Twin-Stars-Gannet-Quartet-Book-ebook/dp/B0CCT7VLD9
With swift gestures, Corra sketched out a plan of attack––Cliste and Ruad working their way downwind round the tarn. Bhòid and Corra fetching wider circles on the edge of the forest––one to the right, one to the left, to come behind the elk.

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January 29, 2026 at 10:47 PM
WIPsnips help me overcome early morning cold feet and dive in. In meeting the 300 limit, I notice repetition and wordiness. My people don't use Latin-based words or modern technology, so the prompt often makes me think laterally. Thank you.

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The #WIPSnips word for January 28th is my absolute favorite thing to do... procrastinate!

I'm a huge procrastinator but my characters don't tend to be. Maybe I could learn something from them 😂

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January 28, 2026 at 10:36 PM
When Leukos came to himself, his ankle was hammering with pain–– the foot lay crooked, a bone broken. Tomorrow, he’d make a splint and crutch and somehow get to the Beaver Village. But for now, his head swimming, he just lay shuddering in the undergrowth.

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Sunny’s usually pretty responsible about his studies, but physical education is one subject he’d like to avoid

(My only “procrastinate”/“procrastination”)

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From Summer’s Cruel Warmth, Winter’s Gentle Chill 🌞⏰
January 28, 2026 at 10:23 PM
Bhòid clung with all his strength to the paddle and somehow kept the boat running before the howling wind. Rain stung his back. The waves surged higher and higher as they ran down the slope of one wave, and pitched into the rise of the next,

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January 27, 2026 at 10:58 PM
Glad she's found the stormy stone!
January 27, 2026 at 10:51 PM
I'm still not getting very many of other people's snips coming up in my feed. Is this just the time difference?
January 27, 2026 at 10:49 PM
Sulaire dashed the tears and the hair from her eyes, and waded deeper, almost breasting the waves, hands reaching for the gunwale. Ruad tipped himself out of the stern. She grasped his hands, her eyes answering the unspoken question in his.

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January 26, 2026 at 10:42 PM
‘Back,’ Sulaire gestured. ‘Give the boy space. He’s frightened.’
She took two slow paces towards the lad.
Darach rocked and wailed, his eyes rolling.
Sulaire stood still, hands outstretched, until at last Darach’s eyes steadied on hers.
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January 25, 2026 at 11:43 PM
Something evil is transferred when Sulaire tries to heal the Priestess Sagart:

Instead of an answering warmth, Sulaire felt the wash and suck of darkness surge between them, a cold throbbing in her blood pulling her towards a black emptiness.

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January 23rd – transfer

Fox has been conducting an illegal autopsy.

She requests that you please not compare it to necromancy.

#DawnsBlood

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January 23, 2026 at 11:05 PM
A neat account of the spiritual world of Fox.
January 23rd – transfer

Fox has been conducting an illegal autopsy.

She requests that you please not compare it to necromancy.

#DawnsBlood

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January 23, 2026 at 10:58 PM
Great: tattoos they do have!

The grinning mask of a bear was so close that Bhòid could smell the rank fur. His head swam and knowledge blurred as the bone needle drove into his breastbone––four times, for the four stars of the Gannet token.

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The #WIPSnips word for January 22nd is "tattoo"

(Anyone else had a certain t.A.T.u. song stuck in their head for a few weeks for absolutely no reason at all?)

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January 23, 2026 at 12:18 AM
Bhòid kept himself apart from Sulaire, busying himself with hunting and fishing and coming back to the camp late, sitting on the far side of the fire and never looking at her.

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January 21, 2026 at 10:32 PM
Stone-age sanitation, no drains as such:

Knee-deep in the latrine, Bhòid pitched a shovelful of dirt up onto the higher edge. Thrall-work, he thought glumly. Ruad’s chasing young boar with the Hunters, and here I am doing the thrall work.

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January 20, 2026 at 10:48 PM
At last, there was a shifting amongst the leaves and the elk limped out of the forest.
Bhòid felt the north-east wind on his face. The wind gods are with us, he thought. If we stay downwind of him, he may not scent us until it’s too late.

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January 19, 2026 at 9:46 PM
'If you stay and there’s any more trouble, we’ll…’
‘...tie me to the rock where you found me and leave me for the wildcats.’
‘I’ll not make a threat I can’t carry out. But we will take you to the Narrows, strip you, and make you swim for it.

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January 18, 2026 at 10:31 PM
Gold is crucial in 'Water-stone':

Parsa stared at the stone. It was as if one pebble had mated with another––small beads of hard, white, river-pebbles stuck into something strange––smooth, a yellowish colour––hard and shiny, glinting in the sunlight.

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January 18, 2026 at 10:23 PM
Great shot, please tell us what and where?
Good Afternoon BlueSky! I have been trying to figure out engagement on here. Do you find there are specific days or times that's better to post for more visibility. Here is one from yesterday. If you like my work please share it.

#Canon R5 EF100-400 II w 1.4 TC

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January 18, 2026 at 10:15 PM
Best 'brains' are in Twin Stars. Hope that is OK.

When the sun had warmed the seal's pelt, he smashed open its skull and used its own brains to soften its skin, working in the oily mess with his hands... the pelt was stiffer than he’d hoped.

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January 16, 2026 at 10:48 PM
His eyes stretched to make out the trail––a paler dark in the dark ahead; last year’s leaves damp and squishy under his knees. Alast he heard water burbling, his fingers squelched into moss, and light glimmered on the small thread of the burn.
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Here are the words for the next week of #WIPSnips

January 12th through January 18th

Uhhhh.... remember content warnings please if you post anything NSFW (Looking at you, Monday...)

Also don't forget Alt Text on graphics!

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January 12, 2026 at 10:55 PM
On the last morning, they climbed the brooding headland, and Sulaire stood for a long time watching the gannets diving into the water beyond.
‘What are you thinking?’ Ruad asked.
‘That somehow I’ve known this headland always.’ She shivered.

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January 11, 2026 at 11:19 PM
My retrograde lot haven't invented tables yet.

It was near dark when the elk was skinned and the fire dying down enough to cook. They set strips of liver to roast on a stone amidst the hot coals and leapt into the burn to wash themselves.

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January 9, 2026 at 10:07 PM
January 9, 2026 at 10:00 PM
Another challenge: no canvas, no sails, no paint-brushes:

Leukos eased his burin along the curved lines of the beaver’s whiskers. A wasp buzzed round his hand. He flinched and the burin gashed the beaver’s head. He threw it down, cursing.

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January 8, 2026 at 10:35 PM
This little pied cormorant maybe looking to see where all the bar-tailed godwits have gone this summer in Davistown. I'm searching for them on many mornings, but have seen very few.

#birds
January 8, 2026 at 10:29 PM
My people don't have locks. This is the best I can do:

He felt the cold wind of the high uplands where Red Deer stalked, the heather brushing at his fetlocks, the mountain mist cool on his flanks, and the cry of a golden eagle overhead.

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January 7, 2026 at 10:46 PM