notes

8:57, at desk.  Already one appointment set.  Meeting at noon with IT partner.

Henry up early again, but we both thankfully fell asleep downstairs.

Need to work on this wine novel, the Mona idea.  Have to write at night and not wait till whenever…

About to get on phone with new lead, an inbound.  Feel exhausted from sales and calling, and everything this morning for some reason.  Even after three fucking cups of coffee….  Calm down Mike.  Write your way through and out of it.

Story will start with Mona at her desk, going through client invoices and emails… general customer service stuff.  It’s Friday, and her friend Dalia asks if she wants to drive up to Napa for some wine tasting, spend a couple nights there.  She agrees of course, and there the story starts….  Mona’s new love of wine will come from the art and life of it – not so much the wine itself and all the flavors and production process, the like…. She’s attracted by the voice, the visual, the music of what’s sipped and scene, felt…

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Busy morning.  New lead from new client.  Waiting to hear from business we visited yesterday.  Holding pattern.  Go shave, I say to myself.  Good idea.

Shave done, and now quiet.  No calls, no messages, nothing.  Thinking of going to office, but then that doesn’t interest me.  My head’s in the novel, seeing my character Mona on her first day in the tasting room, giving a tour, later splitting time between office work and hospitality…. Wine again in my head and story, here at this desk when I should be prospecting new bus—  An idea collides with me, and quite forcefully.  Quickly wrote in journal…

Dealing with wine, blogging, media, writing, notes…. Travel.  Fuck covid, even as it ends.  Need to be on the Road….   Speaking about writing and wine, and hearing others do the same.  Like Sedaris said, go to readings, right?

Opened the last bottle of the FJ (Foley Johnson) Rutherford Cab that Chris picked up for me, last of two.  Better than the first bottle.  Wines like that make me want to produce wine, have my own label and, or (more AND), have a shop like the Calistoga girl Chris and I met while on our Napa mission.  Wonder what my sister’s doing now, at the winery, what she’s tasting or blending or talking about over conference call with her vendors.  And Chris in Sonoma, today his birthday….  Wonder what bottle he plans to open.  Wonder how old he is…. 37?  8?  Think he’s 39…

Nearly every photo on this laptop is of something from my wine life.  The Dutcher Crossing days, a couple from Kunde… St. Francis, Arista of course.  Why do wine and I have the relationship we do.  Moments of intensity, then indifference and distance.  I’m at the age where I need to know, not just figure it out.  Am I staying with wine, or leaving.  OF course I’l always drink it, but with my professional life, my writing life, this and other blogs… what.