So we’re approaching the end of autumn, and winter will be upon us. You’ll start to see face towels wrapped around people’s shoulders at the market to ward off the fiercely cold 24 degrees wind that’s wafting the chili smoke cooking on the vendor’s cart through the market, scratching throats and burning eyes.

I’m through fifty thousand words, and most of the rest of the book is written in my head. At least the major scenes. So the movie is rolling, although sometimes the projectionist is absent, and sometimes the cinema is closed, so check back often. Because there’s always the chance I get stuck in the cinema with the projectionist and the movie just rolls and rolls.

I’ll keep you posted on the front page.