Sipping the Racer, I think I need a writing movie. I’m also thinking, since I’ve been on such a wine tasting run, I should return to last night’s ’09, of which I only had one glass. Maybe one-and-a-half. After close to 24 hours of exposure to Room atmosphere, cork removal, it’ll taste better, more coherent, I’m certain. Today, scheduled a meeting with Kaz, finally. For this Thursday, 5/3, 11am. Talking to him, tentatively, about a Sauv Blanc project. See how it goes. May have to use some of that upstairs rubber banded bills accumulation for a fruit purchase. Excited, honestly, as winemaking’s all I’ve been thinking about lately. And to couple that lifelong stroll, a winemaker’s trail, with writing, to journal it… Who else is doing that? What other winemaker’s a Writer first, winemaker second, and making quality wine? That’s me. That’s where I enter. Even my sister can’t claim that. Nor Kaz (even though my brother is tremendously artistic, with his photographic prowess, present and past).
9:10pm. Stash and Comp Book down here with me. Have to say, I’m somewhat proud of all this cash I’ve managed to save. Want to put it into a formation that will generate more revenue. Little Jack’s depending on me, so I need to make sure no mistakes are made. Should I buy a ton of SB? Have to start somewhere, right? This writing, entailing no overhead. At least my approach. I’m an Artist, free from currency’s contingencies. But if I want to Self-publish… Is the Wine more important than the writing? Never. Now I don’t know what to do. Maybe this blog, and others, could be more useful than I earlier estimated. But that confronts, DIRECTLY, my faith in paper over screen, site. Need to think, write my way through this, yet another, stall. Where’s that ’09…?