This book was born at sea—literally. One lazy day, I was aboard my home and sailboat anchored in the Bahamas, where I had planned to spend a leisurely winter. It was one of the first times in two decades that I wasn’t writing at least one computer book and working at it almost every day. After writing thirty-some books, I told myself I needed a break. I deserved a vacation. Maybe I’d dust off that novel I’ve always threatened to finish.-This book was born at sea—literally. One lazy day, I was aboard my home and sailboat anchored in the Bahamas, where I had planned to spend a leisurely winter. It was one of the first times in two decades that I wasn’t writing at least one computer book and working at it almost every day. After writing thirty-some books, I told myself I needed a break. I deserved a vacation. Maybe I’d dust off that novel I’ve always threatened to finish.