Now that I’m where I am in terms of age and life and having three kids, two of which can be lousy batty and one who just needs needs needs being not yet 7 months old, I have to talk to myself. Where am I, what am I doing…. How did I get here? On the couch writing while the bigger kids play a game. After this at a tasting room on Sonoma Square, a result of meeting Chris and hitting it off being introduced by a mutual friend, Dwight, and all three of us coming from Kunde Family Estate.
Feel wine lessening in impact in my story. May just be getting bored with it, I don’t know. Felt this a while ago as you know but now it’s back again, this distanced sentiment, and I’m just letting it ride, see what it says to me. Focus more on the writing, I thought while upstairs brushing teeth. “Anything that takes time away from writing you have to look at…” I said to myself, splashing water on face. Does wine take away from writing? Many times, yes. Then there are the instances where it encourages, and emboldens, makes me like a Beat warrior on the page, writing as Jack did with the revolving teletype paper for his novel.
Thinking of myself as a character in a movie, or game like the one my kids play in front of me. Me, Mike Madigan, main character. What is he looking for? What’s his objective? To write.. live as a writer, blogger, travel… meet people, know their stories. Talk to self, learn more about the character.
Line from a Nas song from his Illmatic album scolded me in the car the other day, driving to Berkeley… “That buck that bought a bottle could’ve struck the lotto…” How much have I spent on wine? See, this is what I’m talking about…. Invest the money before I have a chance to touch it. Wine and I stand our ground, point cannons at the other, and still. A Cold War with vino and her spells…
-Write about music
-Listen to more music
-Start planning for tomorrow’s 5am wake, NOW