John A. Heldt

I admit the cat’s meows took some of the bloom off the rose. So did the endless construction, the commuter traffic in several cities, and dr...

I admit that my first impression of Helena, Montana, was not a good one. I was approaching the city on Interstate 15, bound for a job interv...

If I remember nothing else, I’ll remember the rooms. I found it impossible this week to walk through the quiet, empty rooms of my Montana ho...

Since taking up novel writing two years ago, I’ve been asked many times to weigh in on the writing process. More often than not, those doing...

For the second consecutive year, I fell short of ultimate success in the Indie Reader Discovery Awards competition. IRDA judges selected Th...

If there is one thing I like about reading classics, it’s that they don’t go away. They remain in libraries, stores, and the minds of reader...

Whether reading, writing, or viewing movies and TV programs, I never tire of exploring the past. I majored in history in college not because...

The questions almost always start with "why." "Why time travel?" "Why the Northwest?" "Why male protagoni...

There is something liberating about ending a series. When you bring a story to an end, you can focus solely on the task at hand and not what...

The thing I like most about researching possible settings for new novels is discovering works I might have otherwise ignored. Isaac's St...