I wrote a play set in Liverpool during the heatwave of 1976 ,called 'The Simple Summer of 76' it never made the theatre but I remain convinced that it is not only a very funny caper but that the setting is commercial in the sense that this period is regarded as being one the nations fondest memories,
So I am writing it as a novelette as I think it has legs.
I need help, the story itself is already written as I am converting a play, its not an easy task but its very doable.
My problem is that I need a great preface one that makes the reader instantly gel with the writer.
But my confidence and concentration is not what they should be at the moment (Hence a post in the middle of the night)
I have posted the preface below , its not long but I hope its inciteful.
What I need is some help from someone ready have a quick look and tell me if it would make them want to read on?
The story works I know this in my bones but its the preface that will sell it so I need to know if its good enough?
The Simple Summer of 76
Seeing that I was sixteen at the time, having just left school with an O' Level in woodwork. Along with a certificate for recovering a rubber brick from the bottom of a swimming pool in my pyjamas. You could be forgiven for thinking that these are hardly going to be the accounts of a 'Seasoned Observer'.
That being the case and before we go a foot further, may I offer up my own type of credentials? And let you be the judge of what you're getting into.
Aged five I was already known as 'Auld Man Dan'. A nickname given by bemused adults after I had been asking or answering questions way past my age range.
By the time I was nine people my nans age would say "He's been here before" On the surface a joke about reincarnation, however, it was said in the same tone that I suspect started the Salem Witch Trails.
At fourteen I was given the ultimate accolade after I became widely known for being somebody who 'Doesn't miss a trick'. A Scouse way of issuing a compliment to one person while embedding in it a note of caution to all others. So, as you can see, I am more than qualified to comment on events.
In truth I have always seen the small that makes the big, for me the key to a good story. Not only that, but I remain adamant to this day that I was aware at the time that I was living through would not only become folk law but actual social history, and I was right.
The only demon I had to struggle with in the telling of my tale was whether to retrospectively sanitise the views people held at that time? But in the interest of the story's realism, it was necessary to have some references. These I have kept to an absolute minimum and in some cases indicate, rather than state.
What I hope to have written is a simple insight into events and individual's during a period that was similar in a degree to the 'Spirit of the Blitz' I watched as people banded together in some instances and yet were never further apart in others. It was a strange time, that exposed to me the weaknesses and strengths of both my family and the people who made up the neighbourhood that we lived in.
And it's all set under a cloudless sky were people queued for water on the pavement and the tar on the road bubbled like lava.
Thanks in advance