I was struggling to write a different novel in the early morning hours of March 17, 2014. In tired sleepy frustration, I laid my head on the desk. Knocking on my front door dragged me from a deep heavy sleep. "Hello," I said, opening the door a crack and observing a young woman standing on my porch in a strange earth-tone jumpsuit and flowing cape. "Can I help you?" I asked sleepily. "I have something you need," she replied, extending...