At the home office desk trying to upload some articles for clients, no surprise. And the rest of this Albariño in my glass gone, I think about the ideas for this new idea, this new project, on wine and anything wine– wine “education”, wine insight, behind the scenes, interviews and just rich immediate, immersed material like nothing else out there. But what’s the name of the project? One idea: ‘winesolife’. OR, ‘sowinelife’. But I don’t know, honestly. I just want “followers” or readers or anyone to know what wine is and what it’s supposed to be– the intention of wine and how’s it’s not supposed to be anything but approachable. And there’ll be videos and visuals, maybe not of the most hight quality or something studio-laden, but truthful and candid. And all with wine’s promise and candor. And it’ll be honest, so when I want to, or anyone I have on my show or podcast or interview or whatever, wants to talk about Napa or challenge anyone promoting wine with that angle, or discriminating, or being that all-too-expected pompous pill of a person in a tasting room or on some tour, then it’ll be cited, discussed. There’ll be no fear with.. whatever I call this idea. And the honesty is what will make it sell, make it appealing. I’m distracted now, messaging with a friend, my brother Dwight. Miss those lunches with him, the beers and the conversations and the talks about dreams and what’s next. So much on the writer’s mind, and looking at these photos wine will always be there in some facet and form. The pictures begin to upload, and I see the minced piece on the Pinot pick in RRV, just a couple weeks ago, or so, and the feel of the air that night and the meteor shower overhead, and looking at the vines while and before they were picked.
Wine and life, wine is life and in more ways that the people that say it is know, From the soil to the weather to the cover crop, to the nutrient adds, to anything you can envision, and it’s sad to me that consumers don’t account for his or much of what this relates or gravitates.
In the morning, I wake at six with Alice’s alarm, she hops to shower and I to the desk to write more and gather thoughts at laptop with coffee. After leaving Jack at his miniaturized university, I’ll head to Starbucks, and stay there for as long as– OR, go to campus! Work there! Use the adjunct cell as my mmc trench. I don’t know but I have to do something magnanimous today, with all this wine media I have and all the ideas to be written down.. the ‘winesolife’ idea still simmers as does the ‘barrelnarrate’ thought. Just have to keep moving and not stop and pack everything I need today, and remember that the English Professor role is to be given a newly-posted priority in my day, now. As that’s how everyone sees me, a professor. A writer, yes, but a teacher, one with unique knowledge; an elevated sense of.. something.
Can still feel yesterday’s 13.1. Have to register for Napa’s, next month, the Healdsburg after that. Then I think I may be done for the season. Running.. another facet to me which truly makes me ME, this writing me at the desk at 6:20.
Jack may be waking so I’ll lightly trot up the stairs and poke me head in the room. Today is going to be profitable in so many ways as well as self-educational… And he’s still asleep, and I go back to typing after taking a monstrous sip of this coffee, not as well-sung as the coffee yesterday at Flavor Bistro, where Justin and I had breakfast after the race. Was thinking, while running those final miles, the race provided a new view and appreciation for Santa Rosa, everything from the way the sky looked, to the crowd at the event following the race, to the trails and the tents, everything. I just saw the town differently.
Just remembered I have a meeting with a prospective client at 10AM. So no coming back home to work as I thought I might do. Rather, to Yulupa SBUX to write and collect Self before meeting (with notes, estimate and all aligned), and prep for class, write the first Kerouac lecture on Big Sur; how Kerouac feels and what’s in his mind after such success, and why couldn’t he pull himself out of it? Keep moving, keep writing…..
At the Yulupa Starbucks, and I keep saying to myself, “The picture,” and “visual… visualize.. make visual!” Will leave for meeting in a little over 30 minutes. Today is about organizing and execution, the ideas and the insights of everything that interests me and everything in which I have some sort of “authority”, or credibility. And that’s why I won’t ever shake or rid the professor role and reality. So many walking by on their phones, detached, not knowing where they are and what they’re doing and what’s in front of them. Sickening.. with wine and what I provide the wine world, be it consumer or industry, vineyard or lab or tasting room, I will be fully and envelopingly aware, of everything, otherwise nothing’s captured..
I start with my phone, obviously, the pictures I took at that Sonoma Valley winery, and the ones I’ve snapped wherever, alongside the road at a vineyard or just in my home, wine in a glass. Then I see pictures of little Kerouac reading a book and walking around our old condo, with his mama or my mom, then I think about how wine HAS to be family. Like my friend Chelsea said a few days a go, in a post on.. somewhere, “Wine business is a family business.” And I couldn’t agree more, that is just what I see, my family with our new home somewhere here on the Sonoma side, vineyard and small farm for my children to play and explore as I used to at the Bayview home. But I need to build, build, build as I started to write in the Massamen novel (which now is a streaming of vignettes and sketches, short fiction and what have).
I’m getting my energy back the more I write and sipping this mocha.. three shots, and what I want to say at this meeting, what I want to pitch. And how I don’t want to undersell myself, even though it’s a friend. Let’s hear what they want, then go from there, I’m thinking. Let them do the talking, the draw the numbers and rates. But be there no longer than an hour. Need to be in adjunct cell, planning for lectures, writing prompts, and ideas to just throw at the students and see how they react.