In the office, getting done what I need to. Think I’m brining this laptop home with me. To clean it up and add to certain projects that are here, in this whatever and whatever and screen. Haven’t done a goddamn thing with the second wine essay. And that’s all I have. 2. Better than nothing I reassure myself.
No run today, tomorrow then. I know, famous last words that are more infamous than famous. Setting alarm for 4, I swear it. No big deal, oui? Woke at 4 yesterday and went downstairs at the Ritz and wrote in the lobby, then the bar area by the window, that fireplace which I’m not sure was real. Didn’t stick hand in to check or anything.
Wines yesterday, and last night…. Jot my wined notes from last night. By far the most characterized and distinct, distinctive, the Chateauneuf. Took a pic, can’t remember vintage or precise location, but it was one of those wines that made me clearer vision’d when it comes to wine and my relationship with her. What to open tonight… Going to Bottle Barn with parents in a bit, going to cruise, look, hunt for more writing assignments, more essays. Felt like I could talk forever about the Duckhorn SB I had last night with Jimbo. Shared my thoughts on her, not so much an assessment but just a reaction and Jim essentially ordered me to write about wine that way and get it out there. Which I do already, but need do more of. Driving back, as a inseparable ripple from his command, I thought of affiliate marketing, retail, sales and sales consulting…. Not sure where the idea is headed, but it’s headed somewhere. In tandem with these essays. Taking a notepad home, meant for quick and in-the-moment scribbles and musings, possibilities and visions however fantastic and fantasy-blown.
Looking at pictures in phone from last night, nearly forgot about the glass of Dashe Zin I had with Jim and Uncle Mike. I never have Zin, or order it anyway, since I never find anything terribly animated or innovative about it. But this bottle and is communicative ebb taught me about Zin translation. There should be not just temperament, but color, shape, an invitingly expressive architecture about her. Maybe I’ll be buying Zinfandel tonight, hearing her speak to me as the Dashe did. Have to stay in budget, as I need to fire up this wine blog, the one I’ve had for a while but let the url/domain expire. Why’d I do that. Busy, lazy, one or both. Doesn’t matter, you delirious planet of a wild wine writer—OH SHIT, have to type that page on DTC, send to SSU professor in wine biz dept.
You can bet this Sonic laptop is coming home with me. 12:40 now, will leave at 1. Meeting Mom and Dad at BB at 3, or that’s the plan. What between now and then… Stop at a winery? Need to, and want to, get home and have lunch, the leftovers from night last. Maybe pair with some Rose, the Inspiration Vineyards beat I have open in fridge
12:48, leaving soon. Just typed I want to say 90-100 words on DTC wine practice. The drive back, really starting as soon as I pulled away from the Ritz, assembling ideas and Roads in this writer’s head. Everything I do here at Sonic will get me to MY office. And even when there, I won’t leave Sonic. I can’t.
So then what do you want, well past now, with Sonic?
To speak it. To affiliate sell and market.
I more than believe in what they’re doing here, and that’s just what has me intensifying wine projects, and prospecting in the wine world. Wineries should NEVER do business with companies like Comcast, or devilish AT&T. A bit off topic, but not. Not at all. Sonic has me in wine, and wine has me committed to learn as much as I can as quick as I can at Sonic.
Month 6 of my AE story beginning Monday. My plan…. Inventory conversations. All of them. With people inside the company, as well.