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Labor Day & I’m Tired

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on September 2, 2019. Posted in General, HOMELESSNESS, Writing. 2 Comments on Labor Day & I’m Tired

Oh, y’all. I’m worn out. In the last 3 days, I’ve incorporated massive revisions to HARBORING EVIL that were sent by the agent. I’ve also revised its long synopsis, drafted a short synopsis (shorter is SO much harder.) Drafted a long synopsis for Harboring Malice, hopefully the second installment in the series, and...

And It’s Off!

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 13, 2019. Posted in General, HOMELESSNESS. 4 Comments on And It’s Off!

I just sent the revised HARBORING EVIL manuscript to my agent. She had some great suggestions for improving the plot, which sounded simple when she described them, which didn’t turn out to be simple at all. But I feel the story is more mature, the characters more memorable. We shall see if she agrees. HARBORING EVIL is a traditional...

As Naked as You Wanna Be

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 8, 2019. Posted in General, LOVE. 4 Comments on As Naked as You Wanna Be

Each time we appeared in public, we wore fewer clothes. My sister, my cousin and I – Redbird Brain Productions – hit Capital Street the first time in long dresses, flouncy skirts and, for me, a full-length carrot costume. We were “Goon With the Wind,” a walking-float in the annual St. Paddy’s Day Parade. When we rounded the corner, 75,000...

I am Not so Alone

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 23, 2019. Posted in General, HOMELESSNESS, Writing. 12 Comments on I am Not so Alone

I pride myself on being independent. Ever since I was a little girl, my mantra has been, I can do it myself. Or more accurately, let me do it my way. Which often leads to forging new paths, which often means doing it myself. But a miracle in my literary life has occurred: I’ve gotten an agent, and I don’t feel so all alone. ...

Flowers that Stink

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 18, 2019. Posted in General, LOVE. 2 Comments on Flowers that Stink

I like flowers that stink. But then, growing up, I loved the smell of dry cleaning fluid that seeped through my grandparent’s Everyready Cleaners. Driving to their house, when we passed the linseed plant, I’d roll the window to suck in the sickly sweet air. Unwatched, I’d crawl into the back dash of Mamo’s Dodge to get close to the hot...

Two Southern Authors

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 16, 2019. Posted in GOD, GRIEF, LOVE. No Comments on Two Southern Authors

Carson McCullers? Eudora Welty? What better company could I ask to be in? Take a minute and read the wonderful review Susan Cushman wrote on THE HART WOMEN. Plus, read all the way to the blog Comments on for more on this gem: “An intergenerational story set in Mississippi, I was intrigued from the first page and finished the entire...

Riding Out A Hurricane

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 15, 2019. Posted in General. No Comments on Riding Out A Hurricane

The last several days we’ve been bracing for Hurricane Barry here on the Mississippi Gulf Coast where we have a house near New Orleans (Memphis, New Orleans, and the Gulf Coast—I know, it’s confusing.) Thankfully, we were not much affected, but others further west in Louisiana were. The flooding looks terrible to me, but...

The Salt Minds

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 14, 2019. Posted in General. No Comments on The Salt Minds

Everyone re-lives the missed opportunities of childhood. My dad re-lived the Morton Salt Campaign. My dad, a business major in college, was presented with a challenge by his marketing professor: come up with a new slogan for Morton Salt. You know the old one: “When it rains, it pours,” designed to get the message across that Morton Salt...

I Assumed You Were Like Me

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 13, 2019. Posted in General, GOD, GRIEF, LOVE, Writing. 2 Comments on I Assumed You Were Like Me

I wrote a book, and I made an assumption. I assumed you were like me. I assumed that, some nights, as you fall into that state before sleep actually takes you, you startle awake. When that happens, you remember that moment when you quit going to see your grandmother in the nursing home because you were flush with new love and you abandoned her...

TRACKING HAPPINESS: Chapter Last

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 12, 2019. Posted in General, Writing. No Comments on TRACKING HAPPINESS: Chapter Last

Yes, we have come to the end of our deep dive into the machinations behind TRACKING HAPPINESS: A SOUTHERN CHICKEN ADVENTURE. Read this post slowly. Savor it. After it is over, you can only get more Lucinda by re-reading the book…or listening to it. Perhaps see how my very southern narration impacts your experience of the story. And you...