Sales team here in about ten. Been nonstop since day started, noting and thinking trapping thoughts about everything from wine to writing, teaching and education to sales and selling something. De-emphasizing book idea for a minute, more so fixating on not letting any thought go, not letting and notion or possibility (hate the word, notion), story and narrative, last night’s class still in my behavior I can see and I’m in learner’s stride as well as professor’s. What do I want to sell…. Nothing, honestly. But then, everything. All these approaches to writing, reading, reading the scene you’re in, the wine you sip, the work you do. Everything I do in the classroom as an educator of English, Reading and Writing, is here. At this desk. Like when I used to list writing projects on a piece of binder paper in Math class, freshman year of high school… music projects, script ideas, novels, visions of poetry collections. Almost too many dreams or sights, but is there such a thing? I see now at my older age, yes. We shouldn’t contain ourselves excessively, though.
Wine and what it’s done to my story, teaching me not only about sales, but about organization, what to read and how to read it, how NOT to write about wine. Everything, truly…. Wine it’s fair to say has taught me more than most worlds and stories, characters and scenes.
Today, observe more. Talk less. WRITE. Collect. Learn. Read, WRITE, be taught. At this older age, 11 days and 1 month from 40, I’m moving faster in my project and prose pace.
