Why do the voices in my head never tell me to go to Paris?

It’s unfair, really. As a writer, there are a lot of voices in my head – fortunately for you all, I channel their suggestions into my writing. Otherwise: man, we’d all be in trouble.

I started a story last night, which is provisionally entitled either “Feast” or “Lemarchand’s Dictionary of Tenuous Connections”
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