I’m writing this from a house on the Sunshine Coast. In front of me, huge floor-to-ceiling windows show a few leaves, the top of one palm, and then ocean.

I love houses like this. I mean, I could never actually live in one, because of the whole rising-sea-levels and cataclysmic weather issues, but I do love visiting. And there’s something about writing and an ocean view that go together well, no?

My daughter has similar thoughts about the loft in this house. It’s a perfect little hideaway — a bed on the floor, a tiny window, and access by ladder. She called down, “attics are more inspiring than other floors, aren’t they?”

So true.