A few years ago, I wrote a novel for Nanowrimo. It was about a vicar’s naughty daughter … or was it a naughty vicar’s daughter … no, it was definitely the daughter who was naughty. Anyway, she ran away and ended up in London and got into all kinds of scrapes. I had the first rough draft of a novel which I put aside and ignored because it had just been a bit of fun. However, no matter how hard I tried to move on from it, the story kept swirling around in my head. What had started out as the bawdy tale of a cleric’s wayward offspring evolved into that of a story I will be proud to tell … though I have to admit, I did enjoy my mid-life experiment in erotic literature!
By now, London had become Liverpool. Why Liverpool? I knew next-to-nothing about the place … I hadn’t even been there, for goodness sake. I grew up in the 1960s, so I knew that the Beatles were Liverpudlians and so was Cilla, and that it was somewhere up north, but that was the full extent of my knowledge! Could I not just simplify things and revert back to London, or choose somewhere I was more familiar with? No, it had to be Liverpool. I wasn’t sure entirely why, but I had made up my mind.
The purpose of this blog, therefore, is for me to explore the history of the city of Liverpool as I write the second draft of my novel though, in truth, there is very little of the first draft left since cutting out all the titillating bits! I will be writing about contemporary subjects too … buildings and objects my protagonist would never have seen, such as Liver Birds and Lambananas. How could I not? Liverpool’s present is as fascinating as its history.
To date, I have read and googled quite a lot about the city and visited it in June of this year, another visit planned for October. I am so glad that my protagonist made her way to Liverpool, instead of London, for I’ve fallen in love with it, and I am excited to see what further treats are in store for me as I continue my research and relate the story of my vicar’s daughter who is, in many ways, still naughty.