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Katie Morrowick

Greetings, Enchanted Wanderer.
I'm Katie, here to share in the joy of books, writing, art and inspiration.
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I often forget I'm a university student, when I'm

I often forget I'm a university student, when I'm focused on creative projects and tasks and home life and the madness of current events and visiting friends and appreciating each day as it passes.

Usually I feel disconnected from the university world, as if carrying out moments of an English student's life, but really I'm somewhere two years on looking back, and remembering an echo of myself who used to walk those halls and smile at the black-and-white faces of past writers on the wall.

Some days, though, I'll discuss a fascinating book passage with peers, write ideas for an essay on the train, or visit a bookshop with friends and feel the energy of the city bursting at the seams with knowledge and colour and inspiration.

Today I ate chips at a pub and chatted with a group from class, before sketching at a gallery with a new friend. We discussed art and literature and what reality means, and I revisited my favourite painting.
Suddenly I remember I'm a student again, and to enjoy the moment from right here, looking up.

Were/are you a student? What subject? Did/do you enjoy it?

It's Doctor Who Day! Swipe to see photos from my D

It's Doctor Who Day! Swipe to see photos from my Doctor Who party when I was 13🤓 I was watching Matt Smith's episodes, and we themed the food and decor around references from the show! Then fish fingers and custard this evening, as per tradition.

The 50th Anniversary special 'Day of the Doctor' was the first episode I watched, when it aired, and I still remember the awe I felt at the adventure unfolding before me. I just rewatched it with my friend Alysha, and love it even more! I've realised how much of an influence it is on my writing and how I think. Now, 10 years on, David Tennant is back again for the 60th anniversary special(s!) this weekend. My 11 year old self is so happy!!

Any other Whovians out there just excited as I am?🤩

Where have words taken you this week? Perhaps a wo

Where have words taken you this week? Perhaps a world in a book you're reading, or one you're writing... Do tell me about it, so I can go there too!😃

Isn't it amazing how reading and writing can transport our minds to a whole different place (and what we could call a different plane, as it exists in our minds)? I started walking across a bridge in London yesterday, and cold wind whipped at my cheeks and neck; I braced against it and saw the long pavement stretching ahead of me. Then I thought through ideas for my story, and realised I'd reached the other side, entirely forgetting the cold. My mind had been so immersed in the scenes that it usurped my reality. So imagination has its dangers too... but it is a power that can whisk us away from our surroundings, or enhance them.

Vice versa, our surroundings can inform our imagination and generate ideas - the line in this post is from an early scene where Zoe goes exploring to inspire her story.
The setting my characters have been spending time in this week is an imposing tower with tinted windows and silent corridors...

If you've been writing this month (for NaNoWriMo or otherwise), I'd love to hear about a world or setting you've created. What's it like there? Take me with you✨

This is sort of a trick question...😄🎩 Of cou

This is sort of a trick question...😄🎩 Of course you're welcome to choose one aesthetic as the most 'you', but these are all for one person: my story's main character, Zoe!

She takes on many different roles throughout the story, as she discovers more of who she is, or perhaps who she didn't realise she could be. We all have different versions of ourselves depending on the day, our environment, and throughout our lives, and it's a topic I find fascinating to explore in my writing.

I think perhaps I am most drawn to 'The Observer' this evening, as I watch the fields pass by the train window.

Which do you resonate most with today?✨📚

Why are we here? It's perhaps one of the oldest,

Why are we here?

It's perhaps one of the oldest, most-asked questions. Isn't it interesting how it can be asked with inspired curiosity, or dejected apathy?

As humans, we look for purpose. A friend of mine says we give our own lives meaning. Another says we find it along the way. I think meaning is all around us, and we can craft it how we choose.

Sometimes meaning can dwindle and warp. I often question why I take photos, why I write, or why (how!) any of all this exists in the first place. It can be easy to forget the point of it all... but then I sit beside my sister for a while, I appreciate the flavour of salty soup on a spoon, the warmth of orange light in the living room and my parents' laughter, and the well-wishes in a friend's voice message... and I remember.

(📸Photo of my sister and me taken by my dad, a couple of years ago)

Where do you find purpose and meaning?

My journal entry from a day in the Upside Down...

My journal entry from a day in the Upside Down...

This was a fun trip from last October with my fellow time-travellers Kaby & Rory - we went to 1986, got experimented on in a laboratory, then ran from Demogorgons through the Upside Down, before escaping and relaxing at the bar.
As it's apparently Stranger Things day, I thought I'd share✨

Would you choose the cinnamon roll or the cookie dough ice-cream?

Time is fragile and moments are precious. What is

Time is fragile and moments are precious. What is a moment you hold close?

This was a beautiful moment captured by @ellelorean.co during the August retreat hosted by @meg.lara.atelier. We walked to the top of the hill and admired the magnificent Yorkshire view, as the sun began to set. Our shadows played on the golden rocks, and we forgot we were cold.

While Elle and @elainadaleybookcovers took photos, Meg, @sophiaalessandrataylor, @ilziliana, my sister & I let our hair free in the wind, and ran (or jauntily hopped) over the moorland towards the sunset. Hand in hand, we laughed, our skirts billowing behind us.

I hold this moment close🌄

Tell me about a moment that is precious to you. It could be recent, or one from the archives🤗

I remember the first time I really thought about t

I remember the first time I really thought about thinking. I was 8 years old, reading Terry Pratchett's The Wee Free Men, and came across this paragraph:

"𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆. 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌. 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆."

I reread it until I understood, then something clicked for 8-year-old me, and I thought... "Yes, I get it. I get those thoughts." The ones that creep up and decide you know something before you know that you know it. The gut feeling you can't shake. The background thought-processes we try to write down before they escape us like a dream.

✨🦉

Do you consider yourself a deep thinker, or do you seek simplicity?

(And are depth and simplicity opposed, or is deep thinking merely the endless search for a simple answer...?)

All was quiet in Miss Peregrine's Home, as the chi

All was quiet in Miss Peregrine's Home, as the children watched the Hunter's Moon through the conservatory windows, and Samhain eve cloaked the land in a veil of stirring spirits. Time stood still, and they held their blankets close, steam curling from their teacups as the light-show of projected dreams began to glow upon the wall.

(A little scene I imagined, inspired by Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children - one of my favourite movies to watch this time of year)

They say the veil between worlds is thinnest this night. How are you spending it?

For me it's a cosy-spooky night in - I watched The Nightmare Before Christmas this afternoon and painted my nails, then watched BBC Ghosts while decorating the lounge with old Halloween decorations. My sister and I had coffee, and I'm now on an evening call with @b.solis_ 🧙‍♀️🧙

Sending you calming magic, dear folks✨

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How are you spending the evening?

The 2nd night of the Hunter's Moon ball as scrapbo

The 2nd night of the Hunter's Moon ball as scrapbook pages! I wore blue, took entrance photos again, and danced with friends. I also took video footage that I've nearly finished editing, including the whole of Breaking Free that everyone sang and danced to and formed a conga line for😂

They may not have played our AC/DC request but at least there was Saturday Night and the Cha Cha Slide😆 It was as memorable as the previous evening and I was glad to have got the opportunity to live it again.

Photo of me + the one of me & Meg by our hype-woman-photographer-model-artist @tornandpolished✨
Professional-looking photos of us by @icmg.productions
Ball organised by @gauntletsandgownsevents at the Oxford Divinity School/Bodleian

I hope you are looking after yourselves amongst the heaviness❤️

I've always been fascinated by the 'mad woman in t

I've always been fascinated by the 'mad woman in the attic' trope. What is the unhinged creature so whispered about and locked away amongst the cobwebs? Who was she before they stopped calling her by a name?

Was Bertha Mason in Jane Eyre a creepy ghoul, or a misunderstood woman wronged by society? I lean towards the latter.

I'm enjoying playing with this trope for my book... and I shall say no more😂

(P.S. Who am I, posting two days in a row AND with a reel that was just filmed today? My Instagram will probably be confused for a while...)

🎩 Would you rather live in an upstairs attic, or an underground bunker?👀

This weekend I had the joy of attending the Hunter

This weekend I had the joy of attending the Hunter's Moon Ball in Oxford, and I wanted to share the magic of the experience with you!✨

As a last-minute bonus, I was asked to take photos on both nights, which was wonderful as I got to see everyone's gorgeous outfits and capture moments of laughter and beauty while experiencing them too. Dan and Sam from @icmg.productions were so supportive and encouraging, welcoming me as an equal while they trusted me to take the entrance photos, even though I hadn't done that kind of thing before (thanks for your confidence in me guys!)
I also captured some video which I'm currently editing🎥

This first night, I got to meet lovely people I've known on here for a long time, and many new faces - especially in the photo line. There was a great energy of people hyping each other's outfits, applauding their friends, and laughing even as they waited for their turn to pose. The whole atmosphere was magical; like stepping into a world of Bookstagrammers, readers, creators, artists and dreamers in real life.

Here are some photos from the first night, which I went to with two friends and my sister. It was so much fun! I'll share about the second night in another post✨

Thank you Abby @gauntletsandgownsevents for welcoming me so warmly into this wonderful space you've created, and for two marvellous, memorable evenings❤️ Here's to the next!

(P.S. I'm trying out this new scrapbook format, so let me know what you think! I know it looks smaller on phone screens so I might make future ones less crowded so you can read them better.)
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What colour outfit would you wear to an event like this? I almost wore yellow, but changed my mind last-minute to this green (emerald is my favourite colour!)💚

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