Thought about having another beer, but I’m thinking something sweet would serve even more sufficiently. Tired, and more sips would force a scribe2sink. Can’t afford that.
Just made the last xfer of words to book. And that “book,” if I could call it that [no, I can, finally], DONE. Now, the editing. Giving Self to 12/15/12. Not sure it’ll be a ”novel,” reader. Please don’t be mad. Finally, novelist. Wait… Am I?
11:01pm. The news, really eating up this approaching “storm” set. First story, already. “First signs already landing,” she says. One person today told me that winds could reach up to 70mph. Just funny, to me. And when this storm fails to live to hype, what will they say? 11:04p, and they’re still talking about these supposed storms that will slap our seaboard. Talking about “storm surge,” an obvious hurricane reference only weeks following Sandy. I’m being entertained, frankly. 2nd story, storm-seamed. Time, 11:05pm. Wondering how long they’ll go… Sandbags, even, being handed out in Oakland. “Crews in the North Bay getting ready for the storms…sandbag ‘stations’ are open.” I can’t believe this, to be honest. Going to stop writing, just watch the dramatized dramatically dramatic storm drain drama. Time, 11:07p. This is pretty impressive, these reports.
Even the Weather Channel’s getting in on this sensationalization, this show. Just checked the Weather Channel, their sit.. they’re officially joining circus. But, to their credit, they cite in the hour-by-hour deconstruction that this “first” storm’s paramountcy only’s set to last a couple hours.
“You can see the camera bouncing there…”
“Winds are picking up, over the higher elevations…”
11/28/12. Was awarded another section for next semester. Another Developmental. Going to have to slow my approach, lesson planning, execution. Can’t be usual Mike. Slow, slower. Going to lower my overall volume for this assignment. In this semester’s assignment, only 6 sessions remaining. How.. Did.. That.. Happen?
On the rain today, what a surprise.. not at all what was projected, promoted. Not wasting anymore time on that topic. Back to wine.. sipping a bottle opened for tasting Room, that I was able to take home. It’s a ’10, so there’s youth revealed in both nose and palate, but the encompassing character does encompass a palate. Makes me want to revisit my wine, that ’12 Merlot in barrel, everyday. Tasted through tanks today with one of the winemakers, for my blend. Turns out there could be up to 7 different varietals in its borders, if you can believe that. Becoming addicted to winemaking. Thinking this may be MY topic, as a fiction writer– Wine. Making it. Selling your own bottles, much as the Self-printed writer does their mss.
Thinking of how busy I’ll be next semester, especially with the amount of work these pre-Comp sections’ll require. Just have to recalibrate. And with my first Self-published release.. Due date, 12/15/12. Pages, 54. Would love to publish something over 100 pgs, but I just can’t afford it. And it’s not practical. Not yet. Not till I’m more known, circulated Artist. And, I believe there 2B more sales potential with smaller publications than those lengthy.
This wine, soft on palate. Poetic, now. Just needed oxygen. Asked the winemaker today what he thought of the numbers my sister shared with me on MKCS. The only question I had was on the free sulfur sitting at 26. He said it was fine, and that he “liked oxygen,” meaning a little oxygen touching the wine. Can’t learn enough about this Craft. 2013, I’m going at it seriously, Autonomously. Another reason to bring down my manuscript’s page length to 51-54. Have to project expenses better.. only learning this tonight. Carefully proceed, with all monies. Have to hold enough for my official launch, next year. And the writing, MADIGAN publishing, has to fund effort majority.
Tomorrow, who knows if there’ll be rain. Checked the Weather Channel, heavy rain set for morrow’s evening. We’ll see. Only thinking of simplicity, its concept. Something I should share with my students, in all section levels. In my writing be more honest by day, I find Self with bit of a nose runny. Better not be getting sick, again. Can’t afford it. “Afford it” … Then I need to make my OWN money. Sell these pages, manuscripts. Don’t have time to edit 100+ pages. Need money quick, independence even quicker. Don’t have time to edit 100 or more pages, I really don’t. Like what Pac said on time, luxury.. not having it.
Night’s cap, glassed. Nice voice to this ’10, now. Showing more temperament, touch. A romantic surround to its sensory sound, palate pass. Tired of the words I’m using to convey this wine’s oneness. Could be how tired I am, but I let class go early this evening. Just need another sip. […] Wow, a lot of wine in this glass. Is this too much for so late in evening? Not when you’re studying to be a winemaker. A writing winemaker. Not sure there’re many of those. But I’m not a winemaker, yet. Need more study, more training.. MANY more vintages. And that’s to what I look 4ward; I like the fact I’m not as strong in Crafting a wine as I seem in sentence. Thought this morning that today was going to be one attacking my contiguity. Quite pleased in concludes with such conviviality.
Starting to tire, slow. Have to finish this glass, study its development in oxygen exposure. Was opened yesterday, so it’s had a nice interaction with O2. Another [sip]… Remembering my first bottle seriously tasted, that 2000 Merlot, Blackstone, when I lived in San Ramon. 2002, that tasting. 10 year relationship with wine. Can’t believe. Just in my appreciation of that time envelope, Time tallies another point pool. I can’t win, I know. But I can’t write, warn others of this brevity about our breath.
10:44pm. Stopping at 11pm. 16 mins more. Find nose running again. Maybe I’m too honest in my writing. And you know what, maybe I SHOULD publish 100-110 pages. Only print 10-15 copies. Have to stick to a budget, what can’t I understand that? No, forget “understanding…” why can’t this writer EMBRACE it? Maybe I’m 2much an Artist.
Just remembered, three years ago today was my first “wine blog” post. Cited how I hate the word “blog.” And I still do, no shift. Where will I be in another 3? Where does the writer want 2B? Well, I’ll read 36.. that I can’t help. Little Kerouac’ll be 3. See? Time wins no matter what I do. But that doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing.
Have to go. Don’t want to miss the 11 o’clock news, see what their excuse is for their predictions not coming to any kind of fruition. Would love more time, but it’s slithered under a coward rock. And I’m targeted by its ally, the hour clock. I can only laugh, ‘cause I’m still with fingers on keys, as my wine lingers on lees– appreciation, alleviation.
“Another bigger storm is moving in,” they just said [11:01pm]. They’re still on it, these people. They’re only reporting on the little flooding of day. They’re calling it “storm #2.” Still in sensational mode. “Impressive totals and flood concerns,” she just said. So sick of this. Now, they report on a couple homeless people that almost drowned in the creek. Is that not objectification? Why am I still writing about this? Now they’re interviewing children on their accounts.
Oh my, trees fell. And they promise these next 2 storms’ll pack a bigger “punch.” Clocking out. Wish I had another glass, to get through this account, this sing-songy testimony.