John A. Heldt

I broke my writing vows. Like I have so often in the past fourteen years, I started producing a new novel long before I said I would. Last...

To this day, no one knows who fired first or even where. All that is certain is that someone shot a musket ball in the lush Massachusetts co...

I don't do many public book events, but I did one today. Along with several other authors, I participated in the Henderson (Nevada) Libr...

I should have known the programs were joined at the hip. When I began watching The Gilded Age last month, I noticed that the television ser...

When producing a new book, I usually pick a title early in the process. I knew what I was going to call The Mine , The Journey , The Fountai...

The middle book in a series almost always gets lost in the shuffle. It is like the sixth floor of a ten-story building or the third leg in a...

As I wrote here in February 2015 , I'm a plotter, not a pantser. I plan every book — and every series — in great detail before writing a...

The saying 'George Washington slept here' has long morphed into a cliché. Tourism officials and realtors use it to lure visitors to ...

Lao Tzu, a Chinese philosopher, once said, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." I can relate. One does not g...

It was different this time. Instead of getting an early morning telephone call that took me by surprise, I got one I expected. I learned tha...