6/26/19

Latte.  Still waking.  All lights on in office.  Trying to wake, and committing self to writing in one location.  Not two different laptops, a phone, and who knows how many other journals.  For the moment, set on running at lunch but thinking of having literary lunching somewhere close by.  Why not.  Why not… all the notes from the Field yesterday and how I didn’t really get to go through them.  The caffeine now lands, shifts my momentum in one or another way.  Thinking… wine or writing…. I mean running or writing.  Do I have wine on perception already?  Yes.  Go to bottle barn, get something weird to taste.  Need more weird wines.  More off the grid and just shit I’ve never fucking heard of.  Everyone around me talking about politics and medical history, both but more so latter making me a bit uneasy, queasy.  Don’t listen.  Don’t attach self to the outside.  Focus on wine, the wine, wines I’ll taste later.

Done with project, now with time to self more or less but not an excess.  Resigned to writing at lunch.  Why, just felt right I thought while arranging uniform inventory a minute ago.  Time to self with music in room and door closed.  I need quite, I need still, I need time for the page and the story and where I’m going.  Know what I’m speaking about, more or less, for meeting with speakers.  About not knowing self fully, ever.  Whether you intend or no, self-discovery is ever-perpetuated.  You’re in constant ideological excavation wine teaches me and not only that you never want to know you, fully.  You can have stalwart convictions and still be in this tree.  Believe me.

Backing off of time stamping, for now.  Want my pages to be more “evergreen” as so many say and for whatever I just hate that word.  The way it sounds, I don’t know.

 

Some around me saying how it’s Wednesday or it’s hump day and it’s almost Friday.  A second ago I responded What? No!  It’s Wisdom Wednesday!  The attitude and fixation on days and what day it is, where we are in the week needs to be altered and re-shaped.  Well, if you want to get to wherever you want to be, as I see.  I’m more than awake now, and thinking a run might happen after the speakers gathering.  Why not.  Why not just go out there and see what I can put up, numbers-wise.

Quick coffee break before team arrives.  Most everything done, already.  Starting to taker notes for next week… what questions to ask, certain sales approaches I already have, but more questions that anything.  Be a student again, I tell myself.  We all have to stay students and put off “mastery”.  Stay in the learning lean, something I quixotically appreciated, voluminously, from the wine world.  Writing about work and how everything has a birth, need be cared for, worked on, nurtured, like the vines and even the bottled entity.  Whatever wine I pick tonight for tasting, I’ll translate the interpretive speak for purposes of next week, somehow.

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6/25/19

At work, feeling more than invigorated and fiery with this promotion.  Sales, selling, speaking… now everything culminates, much I hate that word.  Getting done starting tasks, committing to 3000 observational words for and from day.  Idea for day, Knowledge.  Get to know the person in front of you, even if you already know them.  Listen, listen more…. Study, again, observational.

At my desk, ready for the day in a way I’ve never been.  But I calm, compose, collect, settle and assemble attitude and sight for what’s next, in next hour.  Want to work in slowing down in idea delivery.

9:08.  Writing notes to self and even more in exploratory mode, mood, mold.  Drive down to SF, thinking, speaking into recorder.  Envelope to tasting room, or just studio.  Where I write and self-publish, blog and develop what I develop, bring more to life.  Creative Room….  Just got a call from a scammer, claiming to be from the Social Security Administration.  The recording claimed my number had been suspended due to suspicious activity.  Wouldn’t a live person want to tell me that?  I pressed one to speak to the next available “officer”.  A gentleman came to the phone and asked for my name.  I asked Shouldn’t you know that already?  He said no.  I said I’d wait for something in the mail.  The guy then said he’d inform the sheriff and the arrest warrant would be issued have a nice day hang up.  I turned off phone, and laughed my way back to my desk.  I thought and am still thinking about it, from a writer’s perspective.  Shouldn’t you write a better plan than that, a better script, story?  And all due respect to scams stretching from other countries, don’t you think the accent kiiiiiiiiiiiiiind of gives it away?  They’d benefit from my instruction, a small or larger writing seminar, creative writing effort and intensive for scammers.  I wasn’t sold.

Then thinking came back to here, Sonic, selling and what I’m about to sell for the B2B division.  Still laughing, and if I’m not arrested in the next couple hours, I’ll keep jotting jots on sales approach and tone, word selection and deployment.

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6/25/19

Write a book on sales, selling.
Writing.
Running.
Blogging.
Wine.
Health.
Positive thinking and thoughts and language and everything positive.
Getting up early… god hour of 4am.
Enjoying the relaxed nature of this week. Bridging my steps and story, story steps, into new post. Need buy some bits at the office supply spot on way home.
Selling should always be relaxed. You’re nervous and, or, uncomfortable then you can expect the same from your prospect.
Going to buy self lunch. Not really logging this as a loss, more of a measured transposition. How euphemistic is that?
Just realized that, yes, I did run 10 miles yesterday.
Today, feeling nothing. No pain, stiffness, clicks in ankle or achilles, nothing. Huh…, maybe I am still in shape. Better shape that I perceived. Running tomorrow at 11.
Response, yet another, to someone sling how a note on this blog unrelated to wine could be even posted on a perceived “wine blog”. ‘Cause wine is not just wine, and life is everything… anyone writing about wine should address and wholly appreciate and venerate what surrounds wine. Which is life and all its slices and walks heights and scapes. How is remembering I did a 10 yesterday related to wine? That run was what I wanted to do with my morning, it contributed to health, to me, my story, my sight. That is wine. Wine is especially encompassing of what surrounds it. Wine is an adjective, noun, verb, obscure modifier and amplifier. Randomness more than the measured. All thoughts. And that’s what’s on this blog, in my books, me and in my Now.
Wine is the result of everything that surrounds it. It’s the last scene, one could argue. So that should never be the focus of a “wine blog”, or of a wine writer. And these wine writers… ugh. Yeah. Not now. I can’t.
Sonoma County will forever be home. Buy property in SF. MAYBE? These walks in Richmond and Sunset always do this to me… Hmmmm, I’d take that house, and that one, and……

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