CANDLELIT CHRONICLES: HISTORIC HAUNTS

Noveling About Haiti

As most of you know, Gentle Readers, if you've been following my blathering any time at all, my mind remains stuck on Haiti. This is not a new situation since the initial Jan. 12 earthquake; no, I've been pondering this locale for many years.





Back a few years-I believe it was 2003-2004-I began the planning and first few chapters of a novel about Louisiana, before the 1803 Louisiana Purchase. The characters were-naturally-Haitian immigrants; and the backdrop was Haitian voodoo culture. Somewhere along the line in transferring computers and saving to zip drives and floppies, loss of a couple of different hard drives in 2006,  and 2 hard drive crashes in Jan. 2009 and 2 hard drive crashes plus a motherboard burnt out in July 2009, the pages I had written "disappeared." (or in the Latin American idiom, "were disappeared.") In any event, I find I've preserved some planning pieces, and you, Lucky Gentle Readers, are about to be treated to these-day by day by day (in the background, you hear Harry Belafonte crooning "Banana Boat Song": day-o, day-o, daylight come and me wan-a go home.")





Onward Swamp Magic Lullaby comes ("Oh, by the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes." Shakespeare, Macbeth).