Not fond of anything I just wrote. So I walk away from it.
Put self int he wine shop, mine. Or on a trip, writing about wine, and not like the other wine “writers” do.
I got into wine for…. The literary elements of it, which is everything and anything having to do with wine.
One of the days working at Dutcher Crossing I was in the vineyard writing in my small notebook, then I stopped, realized where I was and what I was doing. “I want to do this somewhere else, then somewhere else after that…”
Travel. The only way I can write. Something I wrote to self then, I remember. Not sure where that notebook is. Think in the storage unit. What in the or any world is it doing there.