The Song of All Songs

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Magic Carpet Story: Quatrième

I’m not even going to apologize for the neglect because it’s a little (a lot) pathetic.

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There once was a girl named Owl. She loved learning and reading, and many such things.  Now, her friends liked to call her a nerd. But she didn’t mind, she even agreed. Who else would drive to a coffee shop alone with a book and spend hours there? Continue reading


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A Daughter’s Respect

Bones started up again this week! I didn’t watch it on the day of the actual premiere, but waited ’til the day after to watch it with my fellow Bones fangirl. She and her mom came over for supper on Tuesday and we plugged in the PC and watched away!

I couldn’t help but notice that my friend has a tendency of… I don’t know how else to put it, but she bullies her mother. The way she speaks to her mom is just plain disrespectful sometimes, and completely hurtful at others. You can see it on her mom’s face, the flash of pain before she stashes it away. You can feel it vibrate in the air before someone changes the subject. It makes for some very awkward moments and, for someone who was raised on a litany of respect her entire life, for some jaw-droppingly shocking scenes. Continue reading

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All of This

I want to write a book. I want to have the discipline and drive necessary to write 75,000 words, to create a world out of nothing, to stick with something all the way to the end. I want to know the people in my story so well that I can hold conversations between them. I want to be able to pull people into my novel with a few sentences, have them wanting never to leave, always to return. Continue reading


Magic Carpet Story: Troisième

After you guys award me with the “Least Consistent Blogger Ever” trophy, I’ll make sure to mention how two weeks in to my brand new weekly feature I managed to lose track of it and skip two weeks in a row. My most sincere apologies. I will try to get back on track next week. 

I know I promised you a full story, and so here it is. It was written while I was listening to a country song of which I no longer remember the title and/or artist. So if you can figure out which one, you win at being Kat’s mind.

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Magic Carpet Stories: Our Very First Storytelling

Do you remember sitting on the carpet in front of your teacher in first grade? You had the nicest teacher, the best storyteller, the one who put the right emphasis at exactly the right spot because she’d been reading these stories to children for years, but all you knew was that she had a gentle voice, and she smelled pretty, and when she read you a story, you were there. We always called them magic carpet stories. That is the atmosphere I’m striving for here. While not all our storytimes will involve happy endings (or, as mentioned previously, endings at all), that feeling of getting away, of being a part of it, of being welcomed and embraced into the magic is what we look for here. 

And so I could use your help. Input, thoughts, suggestions, questions… all are welcome. Stop by in the comments, or shoot me an email at kat(dot)morrissette(at) I look forward to leading you all in our very first Magic Carpet Story. Gather round, boys and girls!

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