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Today Suzie Tullett is stopping by to talk about her release, Going Underground. She’s also giving away a copy to one lucky reader, so be sure to leave a comment to be entered!
Let me start by saying a big thanks to Rosalie for hosting me today.
I’m Suzie Tullett – a scriptwriter turned novelist from the UK; a woman with a dry sense of humour and a theory, both of which feature in my book. Although to be honest I do, as it happens, have lots of theories and opinions, but admittedly only one of these can claim credit for being the nugget of inspiration behind Going Underground.
Going Underground by Suzie Tullett.
A laugh out loud, feel good novel with Brit Flick flair.
Three men on two scooters (a vintage Lambretta and Vespa) heading down the country to Brighton… three women and a heavily pregnant belly in hot pursuit – all squashed into a classic, Union Jack roofed mini… with an off duty Police Officer bringing up the rear… and with musically themed chapters, it even has it’s own soundtrack.
I suppose I should begin by trying to explain just what this theory is. And it will come as no surprise to those of you who know me, to read it involves one of the many differences between the sexes. Of course, I’m not talking about the more trivial aspects of the male to female disparity, like how one favours the loo seat up, whilst the other prefers it down; or, indeed, how one refuses to stop and ask for directions whenever the Sat Nav plays up, whilst the other insists they should.
Oh no, this theory relates to those times in life when things aren’t just bad, they seem like they can’t get any worse – where one escapes into the past for comfort, reminiscing about times gone by, whereas the other looks to the future in the hope of any happiness to come. Except in my novel I then take this theory one step further, exploring issues about being stuck in the past whatever the reason, even when the present is good – hence, my character, Jonathan’s need to face up to his past, in order to get on with his future.
Which brings me nicely round to Going Underground’s soundtrack. A collection of songs that don’t just reflect each chapter either lyrically or in tone, but also represent the time frame within which Jonathan is emotionally trapped. Although I must apologise to those readers who end up going to bed with the tunes still playing in their heads, which according to what people are telling me has happened on more than one occasion!
Of course, Going Underground is a very human tale; one that follows a series of journeys – physical, spiritual and metaphorical, examining relationships on all levels – not just that of husband and wife, but friendships old and new. And its fusion of comedy and tragedy demonstrates how one can very often stem from the other. You know the kind of thing I mean, if I walk into a lamp post it’s so not funny, but if you see me do it, it so is…
At 8 ¾ months pregnant, Tracey Parkes has everything she wants in life. A nice house, even if it is a bit on the small side, a long awaited baby on the way and a reliable husband to boot… Well, as reliable as a husband can be when he’s keeping a long held secret – a secret she’s desperate to uncover. But with Jonathan continuing to keep schtum over the whole thing, Tracey is forced to turn to his past for answers. And it’s the unfortunate death of his old friend, Malcolm, that provides her with just the opportunity she’s been waiting for – an opportunity she soon wishes she hadn’t taken. Of course, the last thing Tracey expects is to find both herself and her humongous belly squashed into the back of a classic, little Mini – all in a desperate attempt to catch up with three men on two vintage scooters. But with Jonathan seemingly hell bent on facing up to a past he’s spent years trying to forget, what choice does the mother-to-be have?
“Did you know,” asked Megan. “That the name ‘Louise’ actually means ‘famous battle maid’?”
All very interesting, considered Tracey, at the same time wondering what on earth the girl was going on about. But a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ will suffice.
“And everyone knows that grief can make people do things they wouldn’t normally do, don’t they?” she continued.
Yep, now I’m completely lost, the mother-to-be couldn’t help but tell herself – unable to quite connect the two statements in relation to each other, let alone with a request to drive both her and Andrea down to Brighton.
“And should one particular famous battle maid feel the grief stricken need, the last thing I want is my Ace Face in a position where he has no choice but to oblige, isn’t it?”
“Right…” said Tracey and in realising this was all somehow part of Megan’s decision making process, she found herself slowly nodding in agreement – despite not having a clue as to what it was that she was actually agreeing with.
In fact, none of what this young woman was saying was making any sense whatsoever and she began to wonder if this had been such a good idea after all.
She looked to Andrea for some assistance.
“So, does that mean you will drive us to Brighton then?” Andrea duly obliged.
“Yes,” came Megan’s simple reply. “Of course it does.”
Tracey shook her head, by now completely baffled.
“Louise is Malc’s girlfriend,” whispered Andrea, by way of an explanation. “The plan is for her to meet up with the boys when it comes to them scattering his ashes.”
Not that Tracey gave one iota who planned to be present, as long as by then Jonathan wasn’t amongst them.
“You two load your bags up,” Megan instructed, whilst pointing in the general direction of the garage. “I’ll go and let mum and dad know where I’m off and then I’ll grab my toothbrush.”
Tracey watched her happily head off back inside the house, at the same time speculating over whether or not she’d inadvertently entered some sort of twilight zone – a feeling that only got worse when Andrea proceeded to lift the up and over garage doors, revealing what had been hidden within.
She looked from what she saw to Andrea and back again.
“You’ve got to be kidding?” she said. “Someone please tell me this isn’t happening.”
Going Underground is available in paperback and e-book and is on sale in all good book stores and on Amazon.
I can be found at www.suzietullett.blogspot.com
Ever since I can remember, I’ve always had something to say and I’ve always written. But whereas I’ve continually been more than happy to share my opinions, the same most definitely couldn’t be said of my scribblings…
I was born and raised in Lancashire and after leaving school I undertook a variety of jobs – from office work to teaching in Further Education, from managing a Training & Advice Centre to being an outreach worker for Women’s Aid. So, it’s fair to say my working life has given me the chance to get to know all kinds of people, from all kinds of backgrounds; a definite asset for anyone looking to write for a living.
Amidst all of this, I was also raising a family, whilst at the same time working towards a BA (Hons) in Women’s Studies. The latter being something that finally encouraged me to take my writing aspirations more seriously and as such, I then went on to obtain a MA in Television & Radio Scriptwriting. Fortunately, this led to my being chosen by the BBC for their New Writers’ Initiative – a break that culminated in the opportunity to develop ideas for their continuous drama series, Doctors.
Even so, this still didn’t stop me continuing to dabble in the world of prose – a genre I, personally, feel more comfortable with. And testing the waters with a bit of poetry and a few short stories, I was lucky enough to garner a modicum of success through publication, allowing me the confidence to put a future in scriptwriting to one side, in favour of a career as a full-time novelist.
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