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Claim the Disappearing: Chapters 6-10

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 3, 2019. Posted in General, Writing. No Comments on Claim the Disappearing: Chapters 6-10

(I’ve been unrolling this novel on this blog one chapter at a time. Earlier, I gathered Chapters 1-5 for your convenience. Click here to read them if you want before reading Chapters 6-10 gathered below. Whether the blog offering will continue past these first 10 chapters is up in the air!) CLAIM THE DISAPPEARING: 6 The first Bigmama...

Claim the Disappearing: Chapter 9

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 11, 2019. Posted in Writing. No Comments on Claim the Disappearing: Chapter 9

(I invite you to enjoy this free New Orleans novel, courtesy of the wonder that is the internet, unrolled a teensy bit at a time. If you are just joining us, feel free to return to THE BEGINNING and work your way through.) The saint cleared his throat, urging me to get on with it. Outside the transom window, a tourist walked by in a tall jester’s...

Claim the Disappearing: Chapter 8

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 1, 2019. Posted in General, Writing. No Comments on Claim the Disappearing: Chapter 8

(I invite you to enjoy this free New Orleans novel, courtesy of the wonder that is the internet, unrolled a teensy bit at a time. If you are just joining us, feel free to return to THE BEGINNING and work your way through.) My Elfy was plump as a pin cushion. She spoke in spurts and nibbled her fingers in between her words. She was my great-grandmother...

Claim the Disappearing: Chapter 7

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 31, 2019. Posted in General, Writing. No Comments on Claim the Disappearing: Chapter 7

(I invite you to enjoy this free New Orleans novel, courtesy of the wonder that is the internet, unrolled a teensy bit at a time. If you are just joining us, feel free to return to THE BEGINNING and work your way through.) St. Claude lifted his palms from the marble top table and slow clapped. My chest warmed, pleased I’d impressed him. Then...

Claim the Disappearing: 5

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 18, 2019. Posted in General, Writing. No Comments on Claim the Disappearing: 5

(I invite you to enjoy this free New Orleans novel, courtesy of the wonder that is the internet, unrolled a teensy bit at a time. If you are just joining us, feel free to return to THE BEGINNING and work your way through.) The light slicing through the open castle door slowly contracted. The creaking of the shutting door that accompanied it was...

Claim the Disappearing: 4

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 14, 2019. Posted in General, Writing. 2 Comments on Claim the Disappearing: 4

(I invite you to enjoy this free New Orleans novel, courtesy of the wonder that is the internet, unrolled a teensy bit at a time. If you are just joining us, feel free to return to THE BEGINNING and work your way through.) My ancestor Tip-Top was Cherokee. Please be clear about this. I might be a gentrifying jerk who steals atmosphere for her...

Claim the Disappearing: 3

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 8, 2019. Posted in General, Writing. 3 Comments on Claim the Disappearing: 3

(I invite you to enjoy this free New Orleans novel, courtesy of the wonder that is the internet, unrolled a teensy bit at a time. If you are just joining us, feel free to return to THE BEGINNING and work your way through.) I feel bad about leaving the drunk Dauphine lolling dangerously on the rampart. You know what a rampart is, right?...

Claim the Disappearing: 2

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 5, 2019. Posted in General, Writing. 3 Comments on Claim the Disappearing: 2

(I invite you to enjoy this free New Orleans novel, courtesy of the wonder that is the internet, unrolled a teensy bit at a time. If you are just joining us, feel free to return to THE BEGINNING and work your way through.) All bad things start in Alabama. That’s not talking ugly. It’s geographical fact. Alabama is a topographical sinkhole out...

Claim the Disappearing: 1

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 2, 2019. Posted in General, Writing. 7 Comments on Claim the Disappearing: 1

(I invite you to enjoy this free New Orleans novel, courtesy of the wonder that is the internet, unrolled a teensy bit at a time.) The ancient Chartres decree that the Royal Dauphine drink Burgundy while seated on the Rampart until St. Claude rises from the dead. I taught myself that ditty to remember which rickety street followed which...

The Yellow Line

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 7, 2018. Posted in General, HOMELESSNESS, Writing. 2 Comments on The Yellow Line

I spent eight years assisting those who were experiencing homelessness to get their voices into the world. So I am acutely aware that in my short story, The Yellow Line, I am writing in the voice of a woman whose experiences I cannot actually know. But Leroy Scott, one of the authors of Writing Our Way Home: A Group Journey Out of Homelessness,...