John A. Heldt

The errors are usually minor: an anachronistic figure of speech, an unnecessary adjective, a missing preposition, or an incorrect date. On o...

Of all the things I appreciate about being an author in the digital age, nothing beats being able to reach a global audience. I have never b...

To be sure, Galveston, Texas, is not the place it was 114 years ago. Like every other mid-sized city in America, it has modern buildings, st...

There is nothing like a disaster as a backdrop for a book or a film. Disasters are, by definition, dramatic. They bring out the heroes, cowa...

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...