John A. Heldt

Writers are notoriously quirky creatures. James Joyce, I recently read, liked to write while lying on his stomach. Lewis Carroll preferred ...

Like a lot of people, I am a fan of trivia. I find it difficult to skip a book, article, or web site filled with interesting, if otherwise u...

I remember the morning of my twelfth birthday like it happened yesterday. After delivering the Seattle Times between four thirty and six, w...

I admit that December is not my most productive month. Like a lot of people, I typically set aside nonessential tasks and save them for Janu...

As I pondered possible titles for this book, the third in the Carson Chronicles series, I occasionally considered something flippant and di...

Since February 2012, when I released The Mine , my first novel, I have put the cart before the horse. While many authors, traditionally publ...

In one of the most poignant scenes in The Show , featured on BookBub today, time traveler Grace Vandenberg tells a distant relative that Wo...

For as long as I can remember, I have been drawn to books about World War II. From Gordon Prange's At Dawn We Slept , which I read in co...

"Writing the last page of the first draft," author Nicholas Sparks once observed, "is the most enjoyable moment in writing. ...

Like many Baby Boomers, I have always thought of grandparents as older people. Women who sit in rocking chairs and knit sweaters. Men who te...