The half-marathon done, and I just scraped some time together to post– or write then post, a piece for client 1. Now I wait for the day to further evolve and progress, the week to start, have to wake early tomorrow if I can, feeling quite tired from the half and not enough time I feel to get anything done. Lectures to write, blog posts to finalize.. only way to stay ahead I feel and fear is to wake at 5AM, every morning.
Alice leaves for school, to get some work done before her week lifts off and my son still asleep upstairs, very much with Time’s invitation to finish projects and brainstorm, and consider reality.. I’m creating all this content for other people, which I’m more than happy to do, but what if I dumped all gathered content, written and visual, and short videos, to one spot.. my site.. and the purpose? Wine education? Not so much.. just a telling of wine life, then maybe sell, I don’t know, ads or ad space, or whatever. Truly get it monetized and have WILD wine-woven startup.. consumers and DTC and advertising, and blogging and letters and reviews.. everything that wine is and is meant to be, fun and Human and inviting.. if I’m sipping wine, what are the first words that me accost? The other day I was thinking of odd or obscure words to describe the Arista Zin, that 2012 they’re pouring in the TR, and I wrote “Roman”. I had to laugh at what I wrote, and I wasn’t sipping anything, it just made me laugh, but there was purpose and pertinence to the words. Like a Roman soldier, something grandly-themed, something historic and history-shifting/making.
I need to move and write with everything as I ran the half this morning. My best time ever for a half-marathon. Not by much, but I did well. That needs to be my momentum with this site, this startup.. and what to call the idea? Not sure, but I need to think about it. One thought was “enoguistix” but I hate that ‘ix’ sound. And I’ve used ‘eno’, or ‘oeno’ too many times already.
Think I hear Jack upstairs stirring a bit. Good. Need to shower before Mom and Dad’s and decide what wines I’m bringing up there, or wine, singular. Have to drive back, remember, and I don’t want to be slowed or with wandering attention as wine and beer seem to do now with my thinking and scribbled conceptions. Must be a mark of aging, I don’t know. But even if it’s not, it still reminds me that so much has to be done and there’s not much allowance for idleness, or even a mere moment of still. M2’s arrival approaches and everything has to be set, scenic, empyrean.
‘fermentopia’.. no, don’t like the ‘topia’. UGH! Then what? How about… Don’t want to write it here. Or at all. Not now. Going to let the ideas bounce around with each other till something adheres.