8:58pm. Sent 3 poems to 2River, an online publication. Going to start a handwritten submission chart. As I know if I place it here, on the monster, it’ll be lost. Notice that’s been the trend. Had a glass of an ’08 blend with dinner, just poured Self 2nd. Need this additional pour, as now the waiting begins, with submission/s. But that’s the aspect I have to learn to embrace. It’s part of the game, and I want to play the game. And each of these submission packets will stand as their own project. Shopping these 3 poems.. where should I go next? Just look through the P&W directory. Of Lit Mags.
Wrote a bit in the Safeway parking lot, today’s A.M., a couple hundred words to a piece of fiction I thought up while driving to Lisa’s, to drop off little Kerouac. And my chapbook, sent to press tomorrow. Fail none. So tonight, I believe I’m entitled to a freewrite.
Tomorrow: 1) Grade 1A ‘Glass Castle’ papers, 2) Send chapbook to print. And I think that’s it. Wish I had time to stop at casino, simply observe the stage that exists in those new walls. I know there’re characters there. The casino’s an element, any casino mind you, that I know not even a little. Went to Reno with Chris in ’02, then to Vegas in ’03. And that’s all. The limit of my casino familiarity. I just think: vice, vice, vice. And I’ll be there, the spying writer. What do I expect to see? Gamblers. Skilled, and those aimlessly addicted.
Getting tired. And I’m not sure why. Today was torturously slow. Helped a couple people. Day’s other portions, starting and finishing a poem behind counter. Gave 2 cave tours, which grow more redundant each time I escort a group into that hill. Highlight: after clocking out, watching three friends press their grapes, Grenache and Carignane, the same bins I punched down with Sam. And he’s one of the winemakers, of this particular project.
This wine I’m sipping tonight, lovely feel and flavor arrangement. It’s been oxygen-exposed for a bit over an hour. So I can only speculate what’ll show in coming minutes. 2014, I will make another barrel or 2. IF I had my wishes met, what would I produce? two reds. Merlot, Cab. Done. […] Chocolate cherry, vanilla on finish; raspberry, maybe a little black licorice and espresso. Mindful tannins, admirably assimilated into pervading body. Love this wine. But then again, I love ’08, so maybe I’ve already sold self on loving it before I sipped. But that’s not true! I remember tasting this, during a tasting upon which I embarked during lunch one day, with a nameless friend, and buying a bottle only after nosing what was poured. I bought before “officially” tasting. So glad I did. Perfect writing wine, I think. Just in its poetic nature. The poem I wrote today, should be typed tonight. Not tomorrow. Want it to have page-home. And I want it submitted. Immediately.