Looks like two years is not a very long time to be gone. Germany was amazing, a piece of my heart belongs to Berlin, but I'm glad to be home in Australia.
Two years of soul searching and stretching and tramping around in cold, damp and snowy weather has given me a lot of time to reflect.
What does that really mean for my cult reader base?
I purchased a small moleskine notebook in my early days in the city of Werdau, Sachsen. I began to write and fill it with a multitude of story ideas that started flying into my head as I made my way through the dark winter streets of a country still recovering from communism. I met and served with an amazing selection of hilarious and deep people who have seen hardship and sorrow in their lives and had chosen to enjoy life despite it all.
I have ideas. I'm going to write them and post them here.
Let's see what happens.
Don't worry, there'll be explosions and excitement
