I have returned from three days in NYC, bearing bagels, my creative energy radiating from every pore. When I win the lottery or write a runaway best seller,* I shall acquire a pied a terre** in whatever the coolest new part of Brooklyn happens to be.

*It still behooves me to understand why you would want your novel to run away.

**Sorry, but I’m tired of looking up “How to type accents on your Mac.”