Wine. 

Last night not opening anything resplendent.  Just taking the rest of the Cabernet I opened night prior.  And, frankly, it said nothing to me.  Nothing at all.  An idea for a short, from my character Kelly as you might forecast, her first day in the wine industry, being walked around the crush pad and seeing the production crew cleaning and steaming barrels, sulfuring some lots before harvest arrives.  She thinks to herself the she wants that, to make something, to give something life, to contribute to wine’s vivacity and composition.  My relationship with wine changes, as I age.  No longer, and I mean NO longer, do I want to be in that tasting room.  I want to write her, wine, and that’s it.  Kelly, the avatar for all wine should represent.  She’s in the industry as an invaluable antithetical.img_3188