I had decided to travel the world. You see, I needed to find my muse. For no drought of ink, I realized I could wrest neither note nor phrase from my pen without this inspiration. So I tried, first, a period of seclusion in the Amazon rainforest. I tried a long walk atop the Great Wall of China. I even tried a week's stay in an Alaskan igloo. And though I thought I had given up there - frozen and alone in my kingdom of ice - I did find my muse at last. I found her in Paris, France.