Ditch the ego. Just write.

You get up early on a day when the breeze has dropped and it's twenty-seven or twenty-eight degrees by breakfast.

And your brother asks you, "what do you fancy doing today?"

And the answer is, "Nothing Joe. Everything I need or want today is right here."

And when the sun reaches its high point and there is still no breeze and it's thirty-four or thirty-five in the shade, you go indoors. Because that's what a Trullo is built for.

And you write.

End of story