“In a way, her strangeness, her naiveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings, had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like an artist with no art form, she became dangerous.”

― Toni Morrison, Sula

Kat had tried for many years to be good at something. Everyone always told her that she didn’t have to be good in order to enjoy a task, but the only thing that brought her joy was success. Sure she was good at mundane things like school work and chores, but she wanted to be creative, artistic. She wanted to be impressive. After much experimentation, she found that she was good at the one thing no one would believe: magic. Excited that she found something worth doing but frustrated that she couldn’t flaunt it, Kat practiced her magic until she did something even she had never imagined possible….

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