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.