Finding with wine and writing about wine that the declarative statements and promissory words are the block, are detrimental. Write wine as it comes to thought.. me walking the vineyard as I do when it’s warmer, or could now but the rows still caked with mud and an obstacle to themselves. Even still, I see the wines on the shelves, people looking at them, me looking at them, holding tastings for people and seeing what they have to say about what’s said to them from the puddle in the bowl. I’m giving myself a writing lesson on writing wine this morning… it should be FREE. The freest of freewriting. Wine IS writing. She IS the expression the movement of the pen, the typing, the three pages a day. Excited to see what the wines have to say to me today, the SB to the ’16 Estate Cabernet. What will I want to say back in writing.. what will they make me think of? Can only anticipate but I shouldn’t even do that. Be as in the moment as you’re able. And of course I’m speaking to anyone wanting to write wine, or about her. Not as some expert or authority, but just as thought offerer.
Should be leaving soon. Should I go to the store and get a little notebook, of course I shouldn’t. Use your phone. Less clutter. Just earlier I was cursing self for this backpack and how it encourages clutter and gather, and now I want to add another article? Comedy. Unintended.
Sniffling a little, but ignoring. I need to be on property, writing about the wines as I taste them. Maybe then I can go home. Show up, taste, then BOUNCE. Sounds like a plan. And I don’t think I’m joking. Getting tired of this Starbucks and the noises, even over the beat I have playing. Enjoy drive on CH Rd. Think about wine, the book… finish the fucking book already.. write more freely. Get out of the adjunct cell, as the TR eventually, and write wherever you can to whatever bottled voice you can. Pinot or…..