1/9/14: Second Chardonnay glass. 1,000 words this morning reached, in Annadel. Just sent letter to writing ally. And now, I can relax. Well, not really. Have to edit the last few entries for this blog. And later, more poetry. Loving Mr. Kerouac’s writing, in the book I yesterday bought.
But tonight, right now, I’m finished for day. I want to be lazy, normal. I’m never lazy. How often am I “normal”? Don’t even want to think about it. Want to note, pen-to-paper, read through this Kerouac collection– OH! Still have the poem I wrote in pocket. Tasted through both my wines again today. Efrain, the cellar master, suggested I bottle the blend this Saturday, leave the Merlot till later in year, closer to harvest. But I can’t believe.. I’ll be bottling the NDC in two days, maybe. MY first bottled wine. Maybe I shouldn’t dismiss wine so quickly, just stick to my only interest in its world: making the wine.
Also tasting some ’12 Cabs in the lab, then two bbls of ’13 Cab. Then, shortly after, tasted the two wines E’s making.. a 100% Alicante, then a Zin on mostly new American Oak. Aromatically, it presented a little reduction (the Zin), but palate-wise, was probably the nicest Zin I’ve tasted.. maybe ever. And it’s still so young. Not giving up on winemaking. It’s too interesting to me, as a writer.. all the components connecting.
Think I may be ready for bed. Oh please, Craft, let me wake incredibly early tomorrow, to get some work done, finish my letters for this new semester. 10:16PM.. the day’s over. I’ll re-fixate in the earliest. I’ll repeat it to Self as I fall asleep. That’ll have to wake me, right?
know it’s time
to stop when I
architectural zest, in internal
afforded, but I have
to rent my soul
and the market sours