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Mystery Writer? Pfft. I’m the Real Brains Behind the Books – Confessions of Pixie the Papillon

Oh hello.

You're here for the author, aren’t you? Sarah something? Writes those cozy mysteries where people drink tea, find dead bodies, and somehow still have time to bake cookies? Yeah, her. Listen, I’m not saying she’s bad at it. I’m just saying… without me, there’d be a lot more plot holes and a lot fewer ghosts, magical clues, or talking dogs.

Let me introduce myself properly.

I’m Pixie, the Papillon. Aka the real power behind the pen. Aka Editor-in-Chief at Thinkingdog Publishing. Aka the Reason She Ever Finishes a Book.

You think she sits down at her desk, lights a candle, and gracefully types out a mystery masterpiece?
No.
She sits in pajamas that may or may not be from last Tuesday, holding a coffee cup like it’s the Holy Grail, muttering things like “Wait, did I already kill off the gardener?” and “Why is there a duck in this chapter?”

That’s where I come in.

The moment she veers too far off track—like, “Let’s make the killer a time-traveling pigeon farmer from the 1600s”—I bark. One sharp bark. Boom. Plot corrected. You’re welcome.

Do you think she notices the subtle sound of ghostly whispers? No. But I do.
Does she sniff the wind and know a secret lies buried beneath the rosebush? Nope.
Does she know how to magically summon a clue with nothing but a tail wag and a look of judgment? Please. Amateur.

Also, she never lets me write my own books. Apparently, publishers are “speciesist” and require “humans” on the byline. A tragedy. I've pitched “The Bark Side of Murder” at least seven times. Nada. But don’t worry—I’ve got a blog now, and I’m not above going viral.

Let’s talk about magic.

She treats magic like a plot device. I treat it like a Tuesday. That glowing mist in the attic? I saw it first. The floating spoon at the café? Definitely not a draft, Karen.

Honestly, I don't want to say she’d be writing thrillers about accounting spreadsheets without me… but she’d be writing thrillers about accounting spreadsheets without me.

So yes, she writes the books. She gets the credit. She smiles at signings while I sit under the table like a furry little unpaid intern. But now the truth is out.



Behind every successful mystery author is a small, scrappy dog with ears like satellite dishes and the judgment of a thousand librarians.

So next time you enjoy one of her cozy mysteries, remember:
The twist you didn’t see coming?
The clue buried in Chapter Four?
The mysterious cat that turns out to be a ghost librarian?

That was all me.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to supervise Chapter Seven. She’s trying to make a raccoon the villain again, and it’s… not going well.

Sniffs air dramatically
Yep. Smells like rewrite.

Paws and page-turners,
Pixie 🐾
(Crime-Sniffing Canine Extraordinaire)

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