It’s Sunday morning and I’m writing this weeks newsletter in my courtyard.

I normally write these when I wake up and am still in bed, but today I wanted to go outside.

And although it’s still winter, it’s nice out here.

I like it.

It feels like the suns got her arms around me and she’s kissing my neck.

I can tell things are starting to warm up.

Doors are opening and people are coming out.

Yesterday I had yet another bookstore agree to stock my first novel.

How good.

My throats a little sore though after going to sleep at two a.m.

I was up all night at Louis place talking to new friends.

Worth it.

I just took a sip of ice-cold water from my families iconic recycled passata bottles, and thought about the next country I’m visiting.

Nǐ Haǒ.