At a loss as what to do now. Made calls, secured some appointments, and looking at clock. Sipping last cup of coffee. Grade some papers after this, and where should one do that. One thought is campus, but I’m not in the mood to just rush over there. Possibly going to a writing spot, somewhere. Which one. Feel so much better than I did yesterday. Tomorrow will be one full of appointments, running early then driving to prospect shortly after that, then to Berkeley to secure an account.
Will work on letters to send prospects, between now till day’s close. Going to pull back on calling for a bit, unless it’s a response to an email. Want to accomplish all, and I will, through writing in this AE story. Need to get here early, tomorrow, if I can. And remember my badge. Forgot it today, shamefully. Where did I leave it… oh shit, on the white cabinet, with the wine glasses. A bit of irony, I think that’s irony, not having wine last night.
Grading next semester will be incredibly different than this term, if I’m still teaching. I wrote more when I had the Apple laptop. Now, I’m typing on these low-quality, not really for writers laptops. My opinion. And I need to write quicker, more, and with less thought. Is it dark outside? Haven’t been out in a bit. So it could be dark and I wouldn’t know. I truly feel like it could be dark outside.
Grading takes from writing, I know that now, and have, but not thinking of everything I need grade I cringe. Write about wine… oh fuck here we go again. Have some to sip when home tonight, and whatever I grade with. Don’t they have a Grenache at Whole Foods? Yeah, they do. And I remember it being sharp, and loving, jazzy and playful on senses and one that would encourage me to write. Now, just talking about it, I’m looking forward to grading. Writing some wise-ass remarks or something cryptic and encouraging in the margins…. Satirizing the institution, while forwarding their efforts in their studies.
Always coming back to wine, always. And why is that, why did I go to a winery and taste, take notes, and be in wine worker mode on a day off? “Day off”. Obviously in quotes since I don’t believe in days “off”. Wine, the reason and reasoning, where I reason myself and sense of self to be as a writer. Old pictures in WordPress memory, past, and most of it wine. From my Roth Winery days and before. Writing about wine and her colors and bright intrigue and confusing qualities, not meaning to propel and confusing crux but shove you with love to interpret and understand that it’s not the thing in the glass but the reaction and interaction.
Office quiet, and my letters to prospective clients take shape, like I’m writing about wine. But not at all. About happiness and no stress, what all business owners want when it comes to their office’s tech.