In house today. For some reason. Keeping self busy with projects and note-taking. Writing plan for day. Plan to run at lunch, taking lunch early, hopefully. Not too hot, I checked. People around me talking, wonder how much work they’ve done so far today talking about movies as much as they are. Makes me want to write a script. On working in a tasting room. Didn’t I have a project on that, at one point. Yes! It was called Tasting The Room. What happened to that? I remember I started writing it while at St. Francis.
Opened the Tin Barn Syrah last night. Not bad. Certainly not impressive or inspiring or convincing of any new Beat or Road, in any way. But I did have a couple glasses. The Syrah in my tasting room will be far more expository and loud than the Tin Barn. I can taste it now.
Plan for day—Run at noon. Write notes throughout day. After clocking out go to nook and write, a thousand words for no specific project. Post it all to the bottledaux blog.
But what about a book.
What about one.
Just keep writing. Everything in this office this morning and for the stretch of the day will push me to my There as that’s what I demand it do.
Sparking water, latte done. Everything is to be written. Everything is something on the Road, in the book. THIS book.
9:33…. Need a break, soon. Sooner than maybe I’m perceiving and formulating in my A.M. head.
10:04, and I’m in a circle pattern, holding pattern, some pattern where there’s no real pattern being established or reiterated.
2:36. After run. 7 miles. Not hungry, but a little tired. Thirsty again. What’s the next thing in the day…. The next… thing. What’s happened so far. Not much. Make something happen. I know…..
3:25, coffee. Didn’t do what I wanted, the ‘what next’ dilemma. I know now, though. So… here I go.
Started a new haiku stream. Just wrote one, but will write another soon. Maybe in a minute. All work done. So now what. One of those things, thoughts, sip the coffee that’ll help.
3:58 and two haikus done. Will type later. Or I’m hoping to. Coffee absolutely helping. Will revisit that Syrah tonight. Not excited about it, but I will do so and write about her and the Pinot I had… Raeburn? Is that how you spell it? Feel my mood getting rattlesnake-like. Hunger, hungry, could use something. What. French fries and Pinot? Warriors game on tonight. May watch with Alice and babies. Know little Kerouac will want to see game, his favorite player Mr. Curry.