Mystery author John C. Waite
joins the blog today. We’re chatting about his new thriller, The Tursiops Syndrome.
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certificate to Nuts.com to a lucky randomly selected winner. To be entered for
a chance to win, use the form below.
To increase your chances of winning, feel free to visit
his other tour stops and enter there, too!
Bio:
Thousands
of author John C Waite’s words flew past Alpha Centauri years ago, heading for
the center of the galaxy, perhaps sparking an arthropod’s grin in route. Waite,
a degreed journalist and retired Merchant Mariner has numerous writing and
broadcasting awards to his credit, and millions of words in print and broadcast
media. Originally from New Orleans he has called Panhandle Florida his home for
fifty years, but still retains a taste for things Creole and Cajun. A
recreational and professional sailor, his travels have covered the Caribbean,
the Atlantic and Pacific coasts, portions of south and Central America, Canada,
Hawaii, Ireland, Britain, and Europe. John resides in Pensacola, Florida. He is
a father to four, and grandfather to four. His books are available on Amazon.
of author John C Waite’s words flew past Alpha Centauri years ago, heading for
the center of the galaxy, perhaps sparking an arthropod’s grin in route. Waite,
a degreed journalist and retired Merchant Mariner has numerous writing and
broadcasting awards to his credit, and millions of words in print and broadcast
media. Originally from New Orleans he has called Panhandle Florida his home for
fifty years, but still retains a taste for things Creole and Cajun. A
recreational and professional sailor, his travels have covered the Caribbean,
the Atlantic and Pacific coasts, portions of south and Central America, Canada,
Hawaii, Ireland, Britain, and Europe. John resides in Pensacola, Florida. He is
a father to four, and grandfather to four. His books are available on Amazon.
Welcome, John. Please share a little bit
about your current release.
The Tursiops Syndrome centers on one of my
favorite animals, Tursiops truncatus. That’s the common bottlenosed dolphin.
The plot is driven by a “mad” scientist. He isn’t insane. He’s just
angry. He’s mad at the federal government, something with which many people
these days can associate. He becomes the tool of a far-eastern organization
that wants to destroy the United States. A detective in the Pensacola, Florida
police department stumbles on the plot as she and a forest ranger acquaintance
attempt to rescue a stranded dolphin.
favorite animals, Tursiops truncatus. That’s the common bottlenosed dolphin.
The plot is driven by a “mad” scientist. He isn’t insane. He’s just
angry. He’s mad at the federal government, something with which many people
these days can associate. He becomes the tool of a far-eastern organization
that wants to destroy the United States. A detective in the Pensacola, Florida
police department stumbles on the plot as she and a forest ranger acquaintance
attempt to rescue a stranded dolphin.
Inevitably Hickory and Kevin fall in love in the course of the
investigation. But with the aid of her brother, a television producer who helps
to unravel the plot, she and Kevin manage to stymie the attack planned for a
national holiday in Washington D.C.
investigation. But with the aid of her brother, a television producer who helps
to unravel the plot, she and Kevin manage to stymie the attack planned for a
national holiday in Washington D.C.
What inspired you to write this book?
I don’t believe there was what many people think of as
“inspiration”. I have known a lot of dolphins in my lifetime, tamed and in the
wild. I spent my last summer in high school working as an assistant at the
Gulfarium in Ft. Walton Beach Florida, and discovered just how intelligent
porpoises are, and what they are capable of. I swam with them, assisted when they
were injured, helped to provide a funeral for one that many of the divers held
dear. That dolphin, a young male, drowned in a rockfall in the main tank.
“inspiration”. I have known a lot of dolphins in my lifetime, tamed and in the
wild. I spent my last summer in high school working as an assistant at the
Gulfarium in Ft. Walton Beach Florida, and discovered just how intelligent
porpoises are, and what they are capable of. I swam with them, assisted when they
were injured, helped to provide a funeral for one that many of the divers held
dear. That dolphin, a young male, drowned in a rockfall in the main tank.
While in high school I had aspirations to become a marine
scientist. My best friend and I had a large collection of fish and other marine
animals. That provided me some fodder for creating a marine scientist villain.
In the story, he becomes Dr. Jame Crabtree, who suffers from a lack of
recognition.
scientist. My best friend and I had a large collection of fish and other marine
animals. That provided me some fodder for creating a marine scientist villain.
In the story, he becomes Dr. Jame Crabtree, who suffers from a lack of
recognition.
Excerpt from
The Tursiops Syndrome:
The Tursiops Syndrome:
“So how’s John?” Jim asked.
Nina studied him.
“You know we aren’t together anymore,” she
said. “John spends more time at the Bureau offices than you spent with the
dolphins. Neither of you should have spouses.”
said. “John spends more time at the Bureau offices than you spent with the
dolphins. Neither of you should have spouses.”
Jim and Nina sat quietly looking at each
other for several seconds.
other for several seconds.
“I remember how he showed up in St. Croix,”
Jim said.
Jim said.
“He offered you a job.”
“He knew I wouldn’t accept the demotion, and
the job had nothing to do with cetacean studies.”
the job had nothing to do with cetacean studies.”
She held her gaze.
“He wasn’t there for me,” Jim said. “He was
there because he wanted you.”
there because he wanted you.”
Nina didn’t flinch. They had had the
conversation before.
conversation before.
“Who’s your current subject?” she asked,
leaning on her elbows.
leaning on her elbows.
“Ah,” Jim said, his hands on the white cloth.
“I named her for you.”
“I named her for you.”
She shaded her eyes and stared at him.
“I call her Nina,” he said.
“Damn, Jim. I don’t know whether that’s sweet
or not. But I don’t want to share my name with a porpoise.” She leaned back in
her chair. “Do I look piscatorial to you?”
or not. But I don’t want to share my name with a porpoise.” She leaned back in
her chair. “Do I look piscatorial to you?”
“She’s not a fish.”
“What?”
“You said piscatorial. That means fishy. Nina
is not a fish.”
is not a fish.”
“Don’t you know what I mean?” she asked. She
drained the last few drops of Bordeaux from her glass.
drained the last few drops of Bordeaux from her glass.
“No,” he said, pouring more wine.
“I’ve seen how you look at those porpoises,”
she said.
she said.
“Now ― Nina….”
“You look at them like you’re watching a
woman. I know how men look at women.”
woman. I know how men look at women.”
“I look at you like you’re a woman. That’s
because you are a woman. A beautiful woman.”
because you are a woman. A beautiful woman.”
“Jim.”
“Nina, what do you think might happen if
humans and porpoises made love?”
humans and porpoises made love?”
“Huh?”
“You think maybe their offspring would be
mermaids?”
mermaids?”
Nina stared at him, then laughed; a
spontaneous guffaw that sprang from deep inside.
spontaneous guffaw that sprang from deep inside.
“Jim – you’re… that’s nuts. “
Jim smiled.
“Let’s go to my hotel,” he said.
He had a room for two nights, the duration of
the conference, at the Windsor Court. It was his favorite hotel, not just in
New Orleans, but in the world.
the conference, at the Windsor Court. It was his favorite hotel, not just in
New Orleans, but in the world.
Although he was no longer a
government-sanctioned scientist his love for cetaceans ran deep, and he went to
the major conferences, often under the guise of assumed names and professional
affiliations. He managed to keep the funding for his current Crabtree Cetacean
Institute below the surface.
government-sanctioned scientist his love for cetaceans ran deep, and he went to
the major conferences, often under the guise of assumed names and professional
affiliations. He managed to keep the funding for his current Crabtree Cetacean
Institute below the surface.
“Jim, I don’t know.”
“Please,” he said.
He was upbeat; no pleading, just an intimate
invitation.
invitation.
She started to say something, shifted
her gaze to his eyes, paused and nodded.
her gaze to his eyes, paused and nodded.
He had the check paid in short order and the
taxi ride to the Court gave them just enough time to generate the needed heat.
Two steps inside the door to his suite Jim reached out and folded her into his
embrace. Less than a minute later they were naked atop the luxurious bedspread.
But Jim delayed the coupling until he was lying spoon-like behind her, his
right hand grasping her shoulder and his left on her hip.
taxi ride to the Court gave them just enough time to generate the needed heat.
Two steps inside the door to his suite Jim reached out and folded her into his
embrace. Less than a minute later they were naked atop the luxurious bedspread.
But Jim delayed the coupling until he was lying spoon-like behind her, his
right hand grasping her shoulder and his left on her hip.
“Please move,” he whispered.
And she began a slow undulation, a back and
forth flexing across the soft bed.
forth flexing across the soft bed.
They danced on the pillow-top for several
minutes before her movements shortened and she went momentarily rigid.
minutes before her movements shortened and she went momentarily rigid.
“Oh, Nina” Jim whispered.
What exciting story are you working on
next?
I have several things working, including a biography of my best friend. He died
in Viet Nam in the 60s, and I have written several chapters of his story, but
I’m not sure I will be able to step away far enough to complete the book. If I
do, it will be a fictionalized account of his life as seen through my eyes. He
could have become his ambition, President of the United States. But a mortar
shell killed him.
At this point, I am writing short stories and poetry, some of
which may be found in the journal, Page and Spine.
When did you first consider yourself a
writer?
I have always considered myself a writer. I hold a degree in
journalism from the Henry W. Grady School of Journalism at The University of
Georgia, and on a graduate level have studied government, public opinion,
surveying, etc. In high school at summer camps, I used to write love
letters for fellow campers who were trying to woo their girlfriends. Got paid
for it too. These days I do a modicum of paid writing for area publications.
But mostly I write for my own satisfaction and hope to make some money in the
fiction trade.
journalism from the Henry W. Grady School of Journalism at The University of
Georgia, and on a graduate level have studied government, public opinion,
surveying, etc. In high school at summer camps, I used to write love
letters for fellow campers who were trying to woo their girlfriends. Got paid
for it too. These days I do a modicum of paid writing for area publications.
But mostly I write for my own satisfaction and hope to make some money in the
fiction trade.
Do you write full-time? If so, what’s
your workday like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find
time to write?
Since a lot of writing full time consists of sitting still and
composing stories, yes, I write full time. Of course, there are many things
that impinge on my time to sit still and think. Even going out for a burger can
be considered writing as long as you take your story with you, mentally and
emotionally. And I do have a part-time job, one that just pops up now and
then.
composing stories, yes, I write full time. Of course, there are many things
that impinge on my time to sit still and think. Even going out for a burger can
be considered writing as long as you take your story with you, mentally and
emotionally. And I do have a part-time job, one that just pops up now and
then.
What would you say is your interesting
writing quirk?
My writing quirk is that I sometimes get a bit too wordy. Then I
have to go back and take out the wordiness (which borders on preaching) in
order to tell the story. And it’s the story that should elicit the emotional
appeal in the written work, not the preaching.
have to go back and take out the wordiness (which borders on preaching) in
order to tell the story. And it’s the story that should elicit the emotional
appeal in the written work, not the preaching.
As a child, what did you want to be when
you grew up?
My earliest wish was to be a pilot. We lived near the Moisant
International Airport in suburban New Orleans and I loved to watch the planes
landing and departing. As I matured I decided that really wasn’t my domain.
Traveling can be great, but not necessarily what you want to do as a living. Of
course, I later became a merchant marine captain and spent almost 20 years on
big boats roaming the oceans. It was different. I could consider the vessels my
second home.
International Airport in suburban New Orleans and I loved to watch the planes
landing and departing. As I matured I decided that really wasn’t my domain.
Traveling can be great, but not necessarily what you want to do as a living. Of
course, I later became a merchant marine captain and spent almost 20 years on
big boats roaming the oceans. It was different. I could consider the vessels my
second home.
Anything additional you want to share
with the readers?
I strive to produce material that readers will enjoy, both in the
story and in language. I have three other volumes available these days. They
can be found on my Amazon page, and they cover a gamut of material and
interest. And I am always seeking critics. I like to know what people think.,
even if it isn’t complimentary.
story and in language. I have three other volumes available these days. They
can be found on my Amazon page, and they cover a gamut of material and
interest. And I am always seeking critics. I like to know what people think.,
even if it isn’t complimentary.
Thank you for being a guest on my blog!
And thank you for hosting me.
Thanks for hosting!
Thanks for hosting, Lisa
I liked the excerpt.
I enjoyed the excerpt and interview both. Sounds great!
Thanks Angela. Are you writing too?