Author of the JP Weiscarver Mystery Series
Steve Martaindale / Author, pizza eater
Update: What follows this paragraph has been on this page for a few years. It does not accurately reflect what’s been happening on this blog since the 2016 U.S. election season. As a journalist who wrote hundreds and hundreds of opinion pieces, I am incapable of keeping quiet and abetting the takeover of our country by our current president, his foreign accomplices and his woefully complicit party. For a while, I encouraged and endured open “debate” with his facts-free supporters, but we no longer have time for that. I gave up trying to save those who believe him. Instead, my efforts now are to educate and encourage those who have neglected to vote. I pray we may soon return to a world where I can spend all day crafting the perfect paragraph to explain a plot twist in my current book. Until then … I resist. Verify your voter registration status: https://www.headcount.org/verify-voter-registration/
(Q) Why am I here?
(A) To entertain, maybe even inform. Also, to entice you to (1) buy and read my books, (2) follow and continue reading this blog and (3) encourage all of your many friends to do the same. Do I get extra credit for being honest?
I tell stories. Sometimes they’re called lies, but that’s a fine point. The more entertaining stories I like to share with others and I’ve done so for more years than I can count without borrowing your fingers and toes.
My books – currently numbering six (though the first two are presently published as one paperback) with the seventh taking way too long to get here – follow the crime-solving adventures of JP Weiscarver, a newspaper reporter in a small city on the coast of the Gulf of Mexico.
Learn more about them on the page cleverly titled “Steve’s Books.”
This blog, however, is not as easily categorized as the books. It is subject to sometimes violent and unsettling fluctuations that range from trips down Memory Lane to a lesson learned from the death of Robin Williams.
Others may delve into inadvisable depths and locations of my mind.
And … just between you and me … following this blog will make you my third or fourth bestest friend on Earth.
How do you follow? Look to the right. Under “Follow Blog via Email,” enter your email address and click the follow button. You’ll be notified of a new post and can, at your first opportunity, rush over to read it and share it and squeeze it and name it George. If you have a WordPress account or desire to create one, just click the blue “Follow Steve Martaindale” button and watch the magic happen.
You’re nosy? That’s OK
My background includes not a single solved murder, but I have worked more than 20 years at various small daily newspapers around Texas. I’ve also lived in four different cities on or near the Gulf of Mexico. I draw from all of those experiences to come up with believable characters and story lines. You will never read in this series about someone jumping off a bridge onto a speeding train.
I did work one austral summer as a journalist in Antarctica, which gave me the ability to write a believable story based on the Ice. Summers working at Yellowstone National Park and Mount Rushmore National Memorial helped background another book. You get the idea.
Married since 1977 to Leah, an amazing woman who taught in public schools for 25 years and continues to encourage my story-telling. We have one daughter. She and her husband have blessed us with a grandson.
Leah and I have worked summers since 2013 in national parks and an amusement park. We love to travel and recently visited South America, which enables me to say I’ve traveled to all seven continents.
A few useless facts about me:
I am a Libra, but I’m not sure what that means.
My favorite movie is “Casablanca,” but my tastes vary. My IMDb list of films receiving a 10-out-of-10 rating range from “The Godfather” to “A League of Their Own.”
My favorite color is blue, but I do not know why. My wife says I look good wearing green, but she’s not very critical.
Maybe I look good in green because I’m part Irish. At least, the totally unsubstantiated family story is some forefather was chased from Ireland to North America as a murderer.
Speaking of the European invasion, I’m also at least 1/32 Cherokee. That’s also not verifiable. An incredibly patient lady at the Bureau of Indian Affairs told me to not doubt my heritage because many Native Americans refused to “enroll” with the government. I like to think I’m from such a line of non-conformists.
I don’t really listen to music an awful lot, but I prefer oldies rock ’n’ roll and Jimmy Buffett. I suggested to my wife she should play Buffett’s “He Went to Paris” at my funeral, but I’m not sure she took me seriously. (Yes, I really mean it.)
I am the eldest child with one brother and one sister. I feel rather close to both, but we hardly ever see each other.
I’m not a swimmer. I can beat the water and stay afloat for a short while but have no desire to learn just how long that is. Actually, it’s been many years since I’ve done that much.
Did I mention I love all-meat pizza?
Oh, the photo at top … it’s from the extreme cold weather parka provided me when I worked in Antarctica. They misspelled my first name and I blacked out the “N” to correct it.