Writer Ellen Morris Prewitt Blog

Gripper Gloves & Dorky Shoes

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 14, 2018. Posted in FASHION, General. 2 Comments on Gripper Gloves & Dorky Shoes

So it’s cold in New Orleans, or at least cold for New Orleans. We got a cold weather alert from the weather alert service that usually concerns itself with hurricanes. But this time it was a “it’s gonna be cold-as-hell, y’all” warning. The Citywide Freeze protocols are being activated. When I get such...

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Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 14, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF, Writing. 2 Comments on (Title Censored)

Over the years, my work has been in the grandfathers and godmothers of journals (Brevity, Alaska Quarterly Review, Gulf Coast, Image, etc). Then I took a hiatus (I stepped into that quicksand known as “writing a novel.”) A couple of months ago, I decided to jump back into short stories, and—ha!—I got a story accepted for...

The Day the Magic Girls Left Town

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 12, 2018. Posted in General, LOVE. 2 Comments on The Day the Magic Girls Left Town

It was a sad day when the Magic girls left town. The three—a brunette, blonde, and redhead—brightened every party, enlivened every boring Sunday afternoon, skipped every brunch, and danced on every unoccupied table. They were fun girls, the Magics. Each born within twelve months of the other—brunette first, blonde second, redhead bringing up...

Sex and Public Therapy at a Book Signing

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 9, 2018. Posted in GRIEF, LOVE, Writing. 4 Comments on Sex and Public Therapy at a Book Signing

So, men and women showed up to my book signing with chickens on their heads. They sat in the audience while we conducted the heart of the signing, a “True or Fiction” poll. I read excerpts from TRACKING HAPPINESS: A SOUTHERN CHICKEN ADVENTURE and the listening audience voted: Fact or Fiction. If the excerpt was actually true, my...

The Dark Spots

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 4, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF. 2 Comments on The Dark Spots

I have a wonderful life. My loves, my cities, my writing, those who support me through all my tumbling around. Oh, and hedgehogs—I got to pet a hedgehog at Boo at the Zoo last weekend. Honestly, I could not ask for more. And I also have periods of runaway anxiety and fear. Me, booing at the zoo It’s not Mental Health Awareness month...

Model for Deception at Printer

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 25, 2018. Posted in General, Stories & Essays. No Comments on Model for Deception at Printer

Practice makes perfect. Okay, not perfect. But better. Second time around, the formatting and uploading and approval of the novel went SO MUCH SMOOTHER! A proof copy of MODEL FOR DECEPTION is winging its way to me as we speak. That’s the print version. I’ll take a look at it, and hopefully it will be as expected. Then I’ll...

Dog Musings, Updated

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 19, 2018. Posted in LOVE. 6 Comments on Dog Musings, Updated

I fed the plants with fish food today, and my hands smell like fish gunk. I turned my back for one second, and the dog who won’t eat her expensive food was lapping up the gunk. I read on the internet she wouldn’t die. I wrote a novel and gave the hero my dereliction of housekeeping duties (my sister once said, “Marcee keeps...

A Writer’s Work

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 16, 2018. Posted in FASHION, General, GOD, GRIEF, HOMELESSNESS, LAWYER, LOVE, Racism to Reconciliation, Writing. 6 Comments on A Writer’s Work

In the last five days, I’ve: Approved the final back cover for MODEL FOR DECEPTION, my next and second novel I’ll be releasing, and worked with the graphics person on formatting its content and taming a Table of Contents that, when properly formatted, ran on for 5 pages….sheesh. Finished the final manuscript revisions to THE HART WOMEN, the...

Adolescence

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 15, 2018. Posted in General, Writing. 2 Comments on Adolescence

It is the beginning of time when we were green and transparent as tadpoles. Water moves through our bodies like sand in the hands of the wave. Tendrils of hair—delicate as the feathery gills of fish—flutter in the swaying sea while our legs, the muscles small and tight as pearls, stretch behind us. Plants open and close in the waves. Alone...

Jesus was an Ally

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 7, 2018. Posted in GOD, LOVE. 10 Comments on Jesus was an Ally

I’m sitting in church this morning, and I’m getting madder and madder. How much longer am I going to have to listen to that secondary, pitiful account of creation (“poor ol’ Adam—wah, wah, wah—all by his lonesome needed a helper”) and ignore the primary story of creation: “Then God said, “Let us make...