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