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.