5pm

Leaving office in a bit.  Feeling self getting stronger in the AE character.  Everything from contract progression to speak of the services and everything we offer, as well as the day-to-day movement of someone in this character. More than building a “funnel”, or prospecting, or even selling, but new and decided acknowledgement and study of your abilities.  Ones you didn’t know were there. Ones that surprise you irreversibly the second you discover them.  I’ll write it here, again, this is all writing.  It’s all narrative, the excavation of your own psychology in your work.  What you do, and having it be more than just ‘what you do’.  Who you are, the composition of your Now.  Could be said that this has been one of the more educating weeks or my life.

Brainstorming new writing routine… points every day to hit:

1 letter

1,000 words

1 haiku

1 poem

Write in newest journal, any length, could be as short as a sentence, or even singular word

1 blog post to bottledaux blog

……..

If I think of anything else to add to list, if you know me, you know I wil.

Re-writing something.  What I say in a quick into.  Sounds basic, but I need to do it, for my own character composition and sight, practice.  Lunch approaching.  Planning on going right at 12.  Where.  Do I stay here, or go out.  Go out.  Treat self.  Bring legal pad.  Write plan for day’s remainder.  Appointments…. How else, other than the phone…. Brainstorming.  Plan and blueprint to prospecting.  Write more about Sonic…. Post about it.  Not too much, but a couple times a day.

New blog about business, and creativity, communication in sales and marketing…. Posts jotted down.  Keep moving.  About to get off phones, switch prospecting mode.  Get out of the office.  Go to Petaluma.  Have three spots to hit, three targets.  And again, just say hi….  You need to take it away from you and what you’re trying to do, or what you’re trying to convert, accomplish, pick your word.  You need to re-write, and be open to re-writing your story and character.  IF you have a blog, post about it, post all of it.  Don’t worry about vulnerability.

7/22/19

Continents in the day connecting, and faster than I thought they would. Keeping fires not so much lit but driven to consumer my ambitions in and out of the day.  Got self a snack, plain Cheerios and lime sparkling water.  Sitting at tallboy table and collecting self.  Have to keep with tireless steps.  Move from this table and back to desk, then to lunch soon where I’ll even more work, on all projects, or as many as I can.

Monday not feeling like a Monday for me, though I rarely have that sensibility.  This break, focused on knowing where I am and why I’m doing what I’m doing.  And what’s that.  Following… steps to my own business.  To my vineyard.  Sonic this morning has me flying from idea to idea and more than that looking at Mike Madigan as a character, removed but not excessively so.

People passing me, in their day and story.  Singularities amalgamating to form something of a superstorm story, for me and this book, or the blog.  Writing about work, wine, work again, new projects, letting mind meander and senselessly stride across the idea plain. 

Mike says it to himself.  Work, write about work.  And he does.  Whilst working, while in his pattern of flapping wings in and out of the office then to lunch where he won’t at all lunch at all.  Today is about work, more than work, more than creative, but altitude, amplification… new words and sentences and forms of seeing things, perception and pulse, perceptive pulse and personification.

from a journal

5/11/19

Early in office.  I can tell people, some, don’t want to be here on their Saturday.  Thought walking down the dark hall to get coffee that I wouldn’t, couldn’t, have it another way.  Coffee and blueberry bagel, I picked up from spot just down block.  Thought they were CLOSING closing, for good.  Guess not, after asking the girl behind large glass display case that no, no they are not closing.  At one time they were thinking of moving, but no closing.  Shared my relief with her and left after paying with quarters.  Only $1.50.  No debit card usage today, and no cash.  Investing in my businesses more vigorously and with more tell and precision, closer to 40 I step.  The morning, complimented by music in right ear, beats and instrumentals I’d have playing in my wine shop, or tasting room.  Still think about it, literally on basis that’s multiple-daily.  This morning when I woke up I thought of having to spend the night at my store like the one guy I met years ago when working for the advertising firm in Marin where I was invited into a guy’s office at a Mexican restaurant and the man had a bed behind his desk, to the side of his file cabinet.  I always remembered that and think of it now, getting closer to 40 yes but even more near to my business.  I know wine will answer everything for me. She always does.

8:01.  59 minutes at my desk.  Noting on day, on what I need do for and with team today, then tomorrow.  Tasting with a winemaker I’ve always admired and followed, and a bit a friend of mine, Michael Browne.  My tasting with him was over 4 years ago, when he still partially owned Kosta Browne.  Part of me wants to plan my questions, write them out.  And I might to a degree.  But if I’m to write as the wine writer I wish be seen and remembered, I’d prefer the preponderance of it be unplanned.  Wine shouldn’t be an excess of structure. I remember myself saying once.  Just now writing on a post-it, that wine is more chance than anything else, a reminder to not forget about the moment immediately before you.

Notes in other places, on wine and what I want from wine…. Wine from last night, nothing too crazy, and the vineyard walk I committed self to, tomorrow.  As soon as I’m on Lancaster’s set, I’ll be in those rows.  Must be, continuously.  The rocks and soil contrast from one parcel of the property to next.  Being away from the industry as I have, and very much by choice, the vineyards more me call now.  I hear the birds from one close of Cabernet to the other, then the Merlot and Cab Franc behind it.  Each lot telling me something about what I’m doing and why.  That’s what wine is, why I’m in it so fiercely.  Wine is this morning, these things I demand do and what I’ve done from the bagel to the hallway walk, the office and the drive to Berkeley.  Wine calls for more of me, more of my writings, all of them. Each day and sight, thought and track I listen to.  To control and contain pace, put the paragraphs in the order the time, MY time and MY sitting, call for.

from a journal

5/10/19

Friday.  But you know my opinion and stance on Fridays.  So what.  It’s Friday yes and to some that’s something, but I don’t care.  I’m working tomorrow, and the next day, the day after that.  I’m a blogger, writer, writer before a blogger and always noting something, so days off are days of others, not me.

Resolving to not spend any more money, today.  Not one penny.  What about lunch.  I need something to eat at that time, always do.  So what do I do.  Use change.  Yes.  Get as many quarters as I can, that’s lunch.  The quarters don’t matter, today, this meaningless Friday.

At the coffee spot same as yester’, with a 4-shot latte and the back table all to self.  About 40 minutes to self before I have to get to office to be a professional.  Professional.  What.  I’m learning.  Educating myself closer to 40 I get, knowing that all I want is the world, every Road I can find, any wine I haven’t tried, and sip and scribble overlooking a street, a canyon with a river somewhere in Switzerland.  That’s my most vocal and mobile and noble of “goals”.

Every morning should be this, time with self.  Friday or whatday.