…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.

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.