1-9-24

12:28 Just now getting the chance to slow down a bit and collect on page.  Cold in office and I didn’t bring a jacket, of course.  So… write through it.

Still thinking of contracting work, how I attract it… the paths, the devices, all of it.  But I’m distracted by a couple things right now, standing at desk.

Snap the fuck out of it, I tell myself.  Get some coffee.  Yes, all I’ve had was the latte this morning.  Good idea.

Write the kids, how they’re getting so big so fast, me as a single dad trying to catch them at all angles and corners, and whatever else I write about in that single dad slab.

Frustrated, and not sure why… writing through and out of it.  Singularize in photography, old shots posted to Facebook or Instagram.  Look further into them… 

Wine and vineyard walks.  That dream of having my own wine shop or, and, small winery.  All and only passion, nothing regularly obligatory.  Not losing my focus on writing wine, and wildly… last night the Nurse and I having that same Alexander Valley Duckhorn Merlot I bought for our first date.

Memories, but more than that.  The start of something.  A new story, new book or isthmus of books.  Books from blogs… bringing everything back to wine and its lovingly erratic cosmos.