I think if I was a bit younger and a bit less thoroughly ruined by living in New York for the past six years (I really couldn't live anywhere else in the US long term)—I'd go to Detroit. It's cheap, a bit dangerous, and drawing a shitload of artists and writers. Not being near the ocean would drive me batty, but it would be an awesome excursion for a few years.

I recently did the classic Manhattan to Brooklyn move and I'm thrilled. Perhaps I have Stockholm Syndrome but I love that it's possible to up and move to a different town and still be in New York City.

But, to each their own. Some writers thrive on isolation and some thrive on socialization.