That’s damning, too confining, and that is antithetical and completely contradictory to wine’s most essential thesis. I’m going to write about everything. Yes, wine will be there, but if I want to put down a page or three about a smile my daughter gave me this morning then you bet I bloody will. You know what… I don’t want to be a “wine writer”. I don’t really want to be a writer, if you must know. I want to be, I am, always, the act of writing. So yes, I write about wine. But only when I want to.