in the mind and on my cognitive conveyor than ever. Not since I started blogging in 2009. FIVE years ago. And my approach to wine is still very much Literary but it’s about wine, journalism in wine and the novels and stories and short stories–vignettes and poems–in WINE.
10/27, Mendo office. 8:54AM. And I’m noticing myself getting a little disorganized. whoso will help with this.. oh! I have to print the draft! Here I go!
I did it! I did it! I printed a draft! The magazine’s on its way and nothing will stop me or my fellow writers from being read! I love the cover; simple, worded, no visual. Not yet. Just did a quick read through.. nice. Finally I print! And I used Mendo’s money to do so. My revenge for the review, or just one facet of it.. this morning’s lecture, Hemingway, the first. We’ll start with some writing and– I can’t concentrate! All I want to do is write. Thinking the next issue of whoso will be all prose, no poems. Want some short stories, some essays, that Palooza piece, wine material.. this Saturday night will help. I’ll only allow myself one beer and one glass of whatever wine’s opened at Blair’s house. Need to get home and work, writing, editing, PRINTING! And I will write a short piece while here, after class, print it for the colleagues at SRJC, just as a letter or communication but in fiction form. Happening, all happening for me this morning.