-Syrah, much more romantic, musical last night than I remember it.
-Long day today, with movie at St. Francis… more characters, material
-Glad I fit in 1k, yesterday. Book near finish. Thankfully.
-Writing right now between attiring Self with articles.. frustrating. Would love to just sit down.
-This vintage’s first steps into véraison, telling me things are about to change for me, my Art. My career’s about to ripen; that I should have my pen ready.
-At least one verse today, between time at 2 wineries.
-Finding now that if I don’t write, my mood rots; temperament completely soils itself. It’s become my religion; my pathogen of a passion.
Off to get morning mocha. Not at all affected by last night’s glasses as I was the night prior, with just that one beer. Definitely ready for day, thanks to scattered maturation, color change throughout vineyards. More than before, I feel it’s finally here. Just have to be ready, welcome it with poise, and I hate to say it.. professionalism. And the pen, of course. Till morrow, or quite late 2nite…