It’s obvious, with roots in my own life, from years ago working at the insurance office, and me wishing self closer to home, near Mom and Dad, laboring in the insurance office with an agent who yes did teach me a bit about selling I guess but always loved to flex. That he was an agent, licensed, with his own client list and office, that he was he and I was me. At the time I didn’t have any wish to make wine, but in writing the character Jack, named after my son most obviously, I now want my own bottles. My own label, labels, to do pouring out of state.
And the title, also teaching me something after a re-read…. My policy, of not settling, not doing something just to do it. Not having any more jobs but a catapulting of passion and working from that propulsion.. me and wine. Everything has to be vino, oeno-. Wine, forever, with this story… creative in wine’s wheel, MY policy. And above anything, even wine and writing and writing about wine, making wine… to be HAPPY. That is everything. Talking to Mom and Dad recently about life and the composition of one’s life, all that brings and demands, happiness is the apexing apex in priority.
The character Jack to me holds a cliff of innocence but as well determination, and a bit of ire. Ambition has to pull in a slight venom, I feel. And when you’ve dealt with something for so long, eventually you just say, “No.” Saying no to that desk, to the office, to the character he sees everyday. Rick’s and his own, in that office, at that chair, with all the insurance policies and clerical obligations and specifics I wish I had more time to write, but I only wanted this piece to be about 500 or so words. Not too long.
Funny, as I write this reaction in a quasi-cubicle, at a winery, and I couldn’t imagine again being trapped in something like this, with no life around me, no view. Certainly no wine. Wine forwards in defiance, in separation from occupational normality. That’s the purpose of this story, really… separation. From doesn’t make you happy, from what keeps you from what you want. Wine is the liberation, the leader in autonomous act. Wine, realizing what I have to do with my winemaking aims, wine writing aims… here in the character of Jack, and what I wish for my son. I want my son to work, of course, but if I can I want to provide him opportunities so he doesn’t have to deal with people like Rick, whose real name was Roger. The short story allows for teaching and sharing of ideas like this, about the workplace, as decisions to leave are usually made in an instant. Sometimes it’s not premeditated, or designed. You just tell them, “I’m leaving.” The office can be a spirit-polluter. And, the only way to be cleansed is to wholly depart. And wine, all the magical facets and specifics in her configuration and metaphysical and physical makeup, abet.