Welcome to Author Nicholas A. White
Nicholas A. White studies civil engineering at Clemson University and is a native of Charlotte, North Carolina. In his free time he enjoys golfing and fishing. Forever in Carolina is his first novel.
f you could travel in a Time Machine would you go back to the past or into the future?
To the past. I would love to meet the great generations of people that have built our country from its origins.
What is one book everyone should read?
The Great Gatsby. I read it for the first time as required high school reading. In many ways, the book has been a guide for my writing career, inspiring me to keep my writing compact and as short as possible, while still providing adequate detail and description. I believe it is one of the finest books written by an American author.
If you could meet one person who has died who would you choose?
My great-great-grandfather who immigrated to the United States from Italy. I’m proud of my Italian heritage and wish that I could’ve spoken to my Italian-born ancestors. I also wouldn’t mind eating their food, which I imagine can’t be duplicated.
What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast?
A McGriddle from McDonalds. Sometimes I question my breakfast-appetite.
Night owl, or early bird?
I’m in the process of trying to convert myself from a night owl to an early bird. So far, it hasn’t been an easy process, but there’s hope somewhere in the future.
My parents will like this one. I get very irritated when people talk while chewing food, which is ironic since I come from a long line of Italians.
Please tell us in one sentence only, why we should read your book.
It’s an easy read that gives readers an accurate glimpse into the trials, heartaches, and successes of high school and high school sports.
Any other books in the works? Goals for future projects?
I’m working on a second book but unfortunately am discovering the difficulty in time management while balancing school and my other extra-curricular activities. I hope to finish the novel before graduating college. I’ve also been targeting the short-story market and hope to publish a few works before graduation.
What inspired you to want to become a writer?
When I left for college, my mom started an editing business where she primarily works with new authors. Seeing her go after something that she enjoys doing has reminded me that I’m not going to live forever (although I hopefully have a few more years since I’m only twenty years old). During high school, I told my Advanced Placement American History teacher that I wanted to publish a novel before college graduation. The start-up success of my mom’s business inspired me to believe in my ability to achieve my goals.
What’s one piece of advice you would give aspiring authors?
Write because you love it. If you don’t love it, then don’t waste your time, because for most authors, writing isn’t a career but a pastime.
Can you see yourself in any of your characters?
Absolutely. The friendship between the main character, Jason, and his best friend, Dallas, reminds me of the relationships I have with my good friends from high school.
How do you react to a bad review?
I take it seriously. I think one of the worst things I could do with a bad review from my situation is ignore it. I’m a young author and am open to criticism because I wouldn’t mind writing a few great novels during my writing years.
You have won one million dollars what is the first thing that you would buy?
I’d buy my mom a beach house on Hilton Head, South Carolina.
Which authors have influence you most how?
F. Scott Fitzgerald has inspired me to strive for, although I know I’ll never reach it, his literary control and descriptive language. Pat Conroy’s lyrical writing has also been a model for me.
Give us a glimpse into a typical day in your day starting when you wake up till you lie down again.
Wake up at 9:00, take a shower and eat breakfast, tell our dog, Coast, to get off the counter, go to campus from 10:00-5:00, relax, fix dinner, work out, do homework, and try to make some time to write before going to sleep around 3:00 a.m. Nothing too exciting, but I must admit that I’m enjoying this semester, especially on the less-typical weekends.
What TV show/movie/book do you watch/read that you’d be embarrassed to admit?
I thoroughly enjoyed reading The Notebook. More than a few guys snickered at me for that one in high school.
Country music. I hated it before I got my license, but I started listening to it with the windows of my truck rolled down, and after that summer, I’ve rarely listen to anything else while driving.
If you had 24 hours alone how would you spend it?
I’ve been alone for the past 24 hours since the guys I live with are currently in Atlanta. So here’s what it’s been like:
Answer emails, write for a couple of hours, read On Writing by Stephen King, microwave a frozen pizza, and watch college football. It’s been one of the better days in recent memory.
City or Country?
Without a doubt, country. I have a house outside of Clemson, South Carolina, where I live next to railroad tracks, a lake, a dairy farm, and a lot of undeveloped land. I love it here.
Forever in Carolina
Jason Wyatt vowed that he would fulfill his deceased brother’s collegiate-football dreams. Despite a growing number of injuries, he is willing to risk anything, even his health, to uphold that promise. With recruiting underway and a football future imminent, he meets Riley, a green-eyed beauty, with a haunting and unforgettable past and an overprotective father. Jason tries to balance young love with football, and as he nears high school graduation, he is confronted with a new set of life-altering obstacles to both.
“I didn’t say that.” Mr. Wyatt possessed a rare and undervalued ability to maintain his composure even in the most stressful situations; a patience, whether or not the reasoning held validity, that he attributed to years of fishing. “All I’m saying,” he continued, “is that he will be miserable if he doesn’t play this year. It’s not just a sport for him. It’s how he connects with Allen, and you know that. Look at him out there,” he motioned to the back window. “It’s who he is.”
Mrs. Wyatt sat in silence on their bed. A photograph of an eleven-year-old Allen rested on the dresser by the bathroom. She had taken it before his first football practice in sixth grade—his helmet draped over his eyebrows, the shoulder pads extended too far past his shoulders, and his little body hid beneath the enormity of the leg pads. The first two years after Allen had passed, Mrs. Wyatt cried every time she saw the picture, but she refused to hide it. She calmed much quicker than her husband had anticipated. “I just don’t want him to get hurt. Permanently hurt,” she said.