My
guest today is author Dennis Collins. Dennis was born in Detroit and grew up on the shore of Lake Huron . His background
includes a career in automotive engineering as well as pursuing many
adventurous pastimes such as flying, skydiving, scuba diving, motorcycle
racing, and over thirty years of driving high speed, automotive powered
hydroplanes. In recent years, he enjoys the solitude of having the lake just
outside his front window as he writes his mystery and suspense novels.
Nightmare is his fourth book.
Anne
– Welcome to the Muriel Reeves Mysteries, Dennis. When did you first realize
you were destined to be a mystery/suspense writer?
Dennis
- I started reading the Hardy Boys mysteries when I was about six or seven. I
know that I was still quite young because I can recall struggling with some of
the words. But I knew even then that I wanted to write cool stories. Why
mysteries? Because that was all I read.
Anne
– The Hardy Boy mysteries were a favorite of mine as well! Tell us about your latest
release.
Dennis
- My latest book, Nightmare, was sort of an accident. I had been researching
something, can’t even remember what it was, when I came across a report on
shark attacks. It seems that most attacks on humans are the work of bull sharks
because they hunt in shallow waters and thrive vigorously in fresh water. It
was the fresh water part that caught my attention. There is a large shallow bay
where I live that would provide an ideal environment for bull sharks. There is
also a town nearby that holds a huge summer festival that attracts over a
hundred thousand people to the beaches. My imagination supplied the rest; a
sociopathic fiend who lives in a secluded waterfront home that used to be a
commercial fishery with all of the resources needed to transport nine mature
bull sharks to the county park bathing beach at the height of the festival. No
one would have suspected the man was up to anything if it weren’t for his twin
sister’s “thought concordance” experience.
Anne
– What a great concept. Is it part of a series?
Dennis
- I guess it would have to be called a series because I have recurring characters
in all books. But it’s a bit more complicated than that…I have three
protagonists and I allow each one to step forward in a leading role with the
other two assuming supporting roles. It varies from book to book. I introduce
the trio with equal billing in The Unreal McCoy and in Turn Left at September
Detroit Homicide Detective Albert McCoy plays the lead. In The First Domino
McCoy’s partner Otis Springfield is the star and in Nightmare the spotlight is
on private investigator Michael O’Conner.
Anne
- What do you enjoy most about writing a series? What part do you dislike?
Dennis
- I enjoy watching my characters develop and grow. Detectives McCoy and Springfield are both very seasoned
cops who have been formed by their experience but Michael O’Conner is a rookie
P.I. who is just finding his way under the guidance of his two friends. Each
has his own personality complete with strengths and weaknesses which allows me
to twist my plot around whichever character I think will handle it best.
Sometimes
I feel a little restricted or limited by the values or morals of my heroes, but
that’s when I can introduce somebody new.
Anne
- Have you ever experienced writer’s block? If so, how did you work through it?
Dennis
- I have to believe that every writer has stared at a blank page at one time or
another and wondered, “What’s next?” The actual problem at this point is that
you simply don’t know the story. You might have to sit back for a while or
maybe even get up and take a walk while you work the story through your mind.
Then sit down and write, even if you’re not sure where you’re headed. The key
is writing something even if it’s pure dreck. You’ll see that it’s not as bad
as you thought and you can always fix it. But you can’t fix… nothing.
Anne
– So true! Would you share an excerpt of Nightmare with us?
Dennis
- Here we go…
Shorty realized that it wasn’t Brian out there; it
was that jerk, Driller. He must have followed Brian’s Durango
home from the bar the other night. Shorty didn’t respond. As a matter of fact
he didn’t even breathe. He had no idea why Driller had followed him and no idea
why he cared about him but Shorty knew that a creep like that was bad news. He
remained totally motionless.
Driller moved slowly down the walkway toward the dock
where Shorty was hiding. He had one hand on the wall feeling his way. It was
then that the commotion in the water grabbed his attention. “What the hell? You
swimmin’ in there Shorty?”
His next step caught the edge of the dock and he
splashed into the boat well. At first he attempted to simply tread water while
he tried to catch his breath. Then something bumped him hard sending him out to
the center of the well. A searing pain shot through his left thigh as he felt
his right arm being ripped from his body. They were all on him at once. His
shrieks inside the boathouse were deafening and the water around him began to
boil.
Shorty couldn’t watch any more, his eyes were tightly
shut and his hands pressed hard over his ears. He was crying uncontrollably. He
felt as if he had caused Driller’s death although he knew that there was
nothing he could have done to prevent it. The screaming stopped and eventually
the thrashing in the water began to subside. Shorty still couldn’t move. He was
frozen with fear. What had he discovered? Why was this boathouse filled with
man-eating fish? They must be sharks. What else could they be? Sharks? In Saginaw
Bay ?
How is that possible? Sharks live in the ocean. Shorty lay on the rough dock
for what seemed like hours, drifting in and out of reality trying to understand
just what was happening.
Anne
– Scary stuff! Thanks for sharing your thoughts on writing and an excerpt from
Nightmare, Dennis.
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