I finished the first draft of “Lonnie, Me and the Battle of St. Crispin’s Day” and took it to the Southern Indiana Writers Group critique meeting last week. Got some great ideas of ways to make it better, so Imma do that today and email the repaired version around. I’m submitting it for the SIW upcoming HOLIDAY BIZARRE anthology, which will include most or all of the stories from our out-of-print CHRISTMAS BIZARRE and some new ones featuring other holidays.
In “Lonnie, Me and the Battle of St. Crispin’s Day”, Lonnie and Tiny return to the neighborhood where they lived as boys and attend the parish church’s Saint’s Day Festival, October 25, Saints Crispin and Crispinian. There is alcohol present. There is dancing. There are games of chance. And Lonnie is married to a hard-shell Baptist. Things get…interesting.
I was worried about this story, because “Lonnie, Me and the Hound of Hell” went over so well; I was afraid this story wouldn’t be very funny by comparison, but the SIW members present assured me that they were sufficiently amused. I am content.
Now Imma go work on the rewrites. Happy!
WRITING PROMPT: Where did you grow up? Or any of your characters? Would you/he/she go back? Why or why not? What is one strong positive memory of that place and time?