I’ve been writing a story that takes place on a Plantation in 1860, before the civil war and during the life of Marie Laveau. The locale is largely inspired by both Whitney (pictured) and Laura Plantations.
The tale of the fictional characters has been knocking around in my head for a while. Feels good to put them into words. Somehow, the story has turned from a period piece to a horrific tale of betrayal, voodoo, and revenge.
I spent a week immersed in New Orleans culture last year. Amazing how places like that stick with you even long after you have left.