If anyone ever wants to know, they’ll be able to read it here. My new model, all about the blogs. That’s how I’ll reach Writing Autonomy, Wine Autonomy. Industry Sovereignty. Will only write for bottledaux, the 2012 b/log, 1Stop, and in my paper journals. No new projects. Was thinking, Kelly doesn’t look for help when painting her glasses; no need for outside assistance in marketing her work. Just her. So, just me, presently, and forever. No publishers, useless lit mags, other flabby forums.
Mocha2. First time I’ve typed here at the Roasting Co since before the cut. In my favorite spot, before first sip. If all my writing’s going to be thrown to these posts, should I fear fallout from honesty? I don’t know. I don’t fear consequences from writing as mySelf. And I shouldn’t. If I was to be cautious, how could I call mySelf an artist? And hold your lectures on tact, or anything similar. I’m writing from heart. Speaking of passion, those journalists I watched the other night, the ones following the GOP candidates, still in sight. Just edited my first official article for 1Stop. This weekend, Saturday, plan on doing a little tasting. Have spot chosen, a tasting Room close to home. Only visiting one, as I want to study their Pinot profiles. Would love to make a Pinot, and not ‘cause it’s fashionable, or “cool” to be into that varietal. My sister, Professor K herself, principally doesn’t like Pinot. Don’t know how that’s possible, but that’s her palate. Need to taste as many wines as I can in the next couple days, as there’ll be no wine contact for the next couple weeks, possibly more. If you knew me, you’d know why.
Read over the spoken word I wrote here, yesterday. Need to attend some readings, wherever I can find them in Sonoma County. Just need to be in the presence of other writers. And not banally “network” as they do in the wine industry. To me, that’s a waste of time, of Life. I want to be in the presence of other artists, others moving a pen. After work, headed over to Carpe Diem, to visit my brother. Talk about respectful paths to Autonomy, Steve is entirely exemplary. He and his friend, co-owner Stephanie, discussed their Wine Bar as a fantasy, fetched notion, while working in a Napa Valley tasting Room. Dreams, remolded into appreciative tangibility. That’s what he did. That’s one thing I like about “the industry,” the stories similar to Steve and Stephanie’s. Why have a boss when you can work for Self. And, MOST importantly, why make money for someone else when you can make it solely for Self? That’s artistic. Autonomous. Wine is freedom, as is writing, anything artistic. Cutting chains, always awing me. Some reading this horribly honest delivery may be unnerved. Wonderful. Point proven. Tonight’s sip, at Carpe, looking for a Pinot; One for writing, reflection. One with character, and I could always use new characters.
Lots of writing coming to bottledaux. Relieved, honestly. Never have to stress over where the pages are going, how many coins I need gather for a run to Kino’s. And that’s been one of my biggest struggles, that question I posed Self in an entry I scribbled at Solano Community College, I think: “Where do these pages go?” They’ll be here. At least till 12/31/12, 11:59pm. Sip, sip …
[1/12/12 – Th]