I went away this weekend to meet my muse. No my muse isn't a single person but rather a City and an amorphous place. Broadway, New York. I spent Saturday afternoon at a legitimate play and Saturday evening at a concert by a broadway performer. These things are the things that charge up a writer, they make me more aware of who I am and what makes me tick. I save my funds to be there and come home eager to type my brains out.