the one that finishes my first wine book. And I mean, really finishes it. Not some fantastic fascination, some writer fantasy and self-affirming ghost in my character, but something more, something… you’ll see. I’ll see. We’ll all read. My 12th year in the wine business and I think only now I get it, have more of an anvil-like understanding and conceptual appreciation for wine and the people that drink it, drink her and all her messages and histories. How is it that this morning is this morning, where I zoom through 2,00 words always coming back to wine but acknowledging where I am here in the house with wife and babies upstairs asleep, counting on me to do something cosmic, something meteorically transformational? I don’t know, but I’m doing it.
The vineyards.. walk them.
The wines, listen to all of them, as all of them are HER.
You, keep writing. Don’t you dare fucking stop. Define and tell and speak wine, all steps of yours are hers, and they WILL be on page.