A $600 Writing Retreat, Complete Isolation, and One Finished Draft Walk Into a Bar…
…And by bar I mean a clean and quiet hotel room (incidently, the murder room on the top floor) where the only sound is the crunch of low sodium sweet potato crackers.
I Promised You A Trilogy, Science Had Other Plans
What happens when an author confidently promises to finish Book 2 in three months—and takes a year instead? A brutally honest (and surprisingly funny) confession about writer's block, the tyranny of self-imposed deadlines, and why The Path That Takes Us Home series expanded from three books to four.