10-2-24

16:03, :04…. In VV a little early.  Another hot day.  Unplanned lunch with other AE’s at Redwood Café, not much door-hitting.  Thinking about the Story.  THE, Story.  What it is, what it’s to be.  Starting in wine of course, and then words, writing and people and their stories, how they arrived in the tasting rooms, on their crush pads during harvest, the bottling line, pouring for people and telling stories—  The guy in the Roth TR years ago saying this is what I should do, write about wine, describe it crazy like I do and keep writing about the character’s I feel and taste, the emotions and experience.

Sine the ride from the Vegas airport to Long Beach, I’ve been different.  I know what I want, just working on the Road.  My dad, wanting to be a pilot, and acquiring.  Nurse, well… you know that Story.  My sister as a winemaker, my brother Chris staring his company and it going international.  Why does this writer have to settle.  For fucking ANYTHING?

You may think I’m angry or frustrated, or vengeful or something, but I’m not.  I’m smiling at the Nurse’s desk. And completely FEARLESS.  I’m getting what I want, and readying tonight’s writing, even though the Nurse and I will probably watch that fucking reality show on Mormon women, which I have to say is pretty funny and entertaining and oddly encouraging.

If they can live from such silly and substance-less content, then my way is already gloriously paved.

16:10… posting EOD in a bit.  New opps, some calls, and emails.  My content strategy is no strategy other than to BE HAPPY.

Some want to prolong drama, the process, have a protracted contention.

YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN, CLOWN.

I love it…. The nay-saying dopes just want to hurt us, the ones drawing our joy and freedom.  They can’t win, their minds don’t move— they stay anchored in growls and frivolously-layered gripes.

I just stay entertained. And then get distracted by all the pictures the Nurse and I took in Vegas.  All the laughs and love and memories we shared… dancing in the pool, listening to music and then the Garth Brooks concert, walking on the Blvd.

Still stunned how quick that passed.  But that’s what time does.  Nothing I can do, but scroll through my camera’s recollection roll…