Writing offsite today. At winery.
And throughout the day. Putting self in winery owner’s jacket. Always wonder what it means to have it all come back to you. All of it. All. From the inventory, to the reservations, to the tours given and the fucking patio furniture. All of it, your Now.
New wine blog, not so new actually, re-activated again today. Wine business but not. More conversation from writing, letter writing… or something. Wine… focused and centered in wine and its industry, doing something different than just a tasting room 1-to-1. And more than some silly “1-to-1”.
Wine and its stories to me over the past twenty years since being here in Sonoma County (How has it been that …. Long?) have shaped and re-shaped everything. Writing, business ideology, wine itself. Hoping to do some “outreach” today as they call it, hearing other voices….
Can’t focus with the kids being their lunatic selves and eating breakfast, yelling at each other… need my own office. Hate that expression of necessity being the mother of invention but that’s precisely what I’m thinking. Have to get out of this house when writing, if I’m to finish these wine essays, or any essay. Today is a wine day, though, do note. Where I become a tourist, exploring innocently and with a hunger for I guess you could call it knowledge, but I don’t. It’s something else. A wine story, not so much about the wine or anything else, but seeing all of it. This was entirely my mind last night, sipping the Aperture blend. Different than the Malbec I had years ago in the hotel while we were out of the house. Everything about it different. And more than the wine…
Again with concentration contaminated by noises around me. Leaving soon, hopefully. Literally incapable of writing… anesthetized by everything. Chipmunk voices, Jack pounding his water bottle on the little table. I know my Now, more than closely and with a thorough throughness of thought. Everything around me, meant for the wine story… the kids one day in the office with me, managing a part of the blog, or business, the blog’s business. Wine and literature.. where it all started, this entire wine story of mine. The first blog, the first conversation with my sister-in-law. Cab last night like a beaming and subtle jazz vixen telling me to move one way then other.
Wine when I was first interacting with her topic mad me hesitant to speak, or write anything critical about what I was sipping. I didn’t know, and I still to some extent don’t, but I just react. Wine is reactionary, much beyond what I’m writing here, what I’m trying to do in this room caked in distraction. People in the tasting room, regardless of the side of the bar they’re on, have something they bring to the counter, to that pour. What then… what transpires in the interaction centered around the glass’ contents? Maybe that’s what I’m trying to do, this day and others, getting out to the winery, other tasting rooms, wherever.