In 48 hours, I’ll have very much met her. Little Emma. And I’m doing everything I can to get my character as prepared and primed as I can, to be the most perfect Me, feasibly.. no editing, just writing and releasing– every piece has to make money, I’m realizing.. balanced account, cash below desk and I think I may want to invest that, seriously, in my business. The money is in the wine and all the content I’ve been gathering, like the tasting at Bergamot after Sanglier pouring. And the tasting at.. where was it.. it escapes me….. Either way, the story with wine grows and expands, and I know where I’m going. And I credit Emma, whom I’ll personally express gratitude to in a matter of hours.
Nearly finished with the night’s cap, and I’m thinking how to market this piece, and the others I’ve written today. To whom, for how much, and when, how frequently, and so so so. Tomorrow, Day 1 of Week 18. Finally, the death of the term. Was looking through the Comp Book, reading the first page, first scribble of the semester, the heat and the wind and Solano, the hassle with everything there, from the dean to HR to payroll, to the writing lab or center or whatever they call that useless pit of hair-brained writing coaches that do more battling with student immaturity and apathy than actual instruction; every time I looked through those windows, going to the adjunct hole after parking, students on their phones, glaring at those screens. Not writing.
Started writing lectures for my online wine writing class. Hope I get some registrants. Have to start promoting it.. doing so now….. Done. Let’s see how many “students” I get. My lectures will be provocative but not in some quasi-polemic way, but rather my usual presence in classroom encouraging students to just writing from their cores and not care about reaction, but to just write.. write!
Bought two wines at Bergamot. Can’t remember exactly what they are, were, at the moment as they’re both imports, but one red and one white. On Tuesday night I’m set to be here in home by Self, as my superhuman mother-in-law has insisted on staying the night with Alice and Ms. Emma, in hospital. Odd that will feel, here, lone, in home, but I’ll open something, have one glass to celebrate Emma’s awaited landing then go to bed as the next day I have to collect final submissions from students at 10AM. After that, I’ll speed straight to the little beat-ette, see how she enjoys her new world. Another baby.. I know it’ll be different in here, but I’ll write the whole thing, the whole story– I see my writing now being more character study of Jack, and now his sister. That’s the writing approach and life that will keep me leveled and with my rich waves of Zen. What character type will she be? I don’t want to know, not till I meet her. And not even then. I want her to develop at her speed, no rushing this little love. No interference, just kind observation.