09:08… have to set up tasting room. Have coffee and notebook with me. All wine writing today. Still in shock over promotion possibility yesterday. Can’t get too detailed, sorry. I can do it, right? Imagine the testing ground ability and capability of such an assignment. More money, for sure. Closer to financial and vocational freedom… stay creative today, Mike. Be in-scribble all moments, even when you don’t have a pen in hand. Okay.. to TR, where the story is.
11:29. Lunch. 13 mins in. Tried a couple wines in TR, one standing out to me most redolently is the Rosé… can’t figure it out, and I can’t figure out why I’m not liking my words today.. feel like I keep using the same ones. Wish I spoke French more fluently… had time to skim through and shop for words in Thesaurus, but no. Je suis au travail. (I’m at work). These thoughts where I worry into some worried cyclone are counterproductive and do nothing to get me to my travels. Now over 15 nearly 16 minutes in. Have to write VLJ newsletter tonight.
Wrote last night, “To grow a brand, you have to be its language, not just speak it ‘fluently’.” My brand is ME, first. Then wine. The writing. Or maybe I am writing, like Faulkner said. Was it Faulkner? Should stay up later tonight, get some work done and not just the letter but other project in which I cartwheel and create and meditate. Lots on the mind as I’m back here at the desk I sat at this morning. No clouds now, or fog. Just sky and mountains, vineyards curling over hill like they’re running away from me. My inward jots collect. I need to collect them. Speak my wined language better. All poetry, rowing us stream and sea, searching for words in either english or french, I don’t know anymore I just need new words and now I notice the wine I sipped in the TR is colluding with this coffee. For sakes me reciting, getting ready for seated group at 12, if they show. And if they don’t, I’ll keep reading to self, be my own audience and become a prominent linguist in my own tongue. That will be my “brand”.
Funny wine descriptions—
Like sugary water…
Vixen kisses in a small room… (Love this one.)
Zip circles after you swallow… (Have no idea what the fuck that means.)