to combined passions: writing and wine-ing

This past month I have spent a lot of time on two things: writing and drinking wine. The writing came from entering something called National Novel Writing Month, and the wine drinking occurred as a direct result of the writing. I write, I drink. It’s that simple. So, I figured it was time to combine the two.

I don’t have wine-writer speak; I’ve not taken any courses on how to write about wine, how to drink wine or how to do anything with wine. I’m what you’d call home-grown. Self-taught. Some writers get paid to drink wine and write about it. I drink wine, and no one has to pay me a cent. Well, someone could, but no one does.

Wine is conversational, whether you’re having a conversation about it with a partner, a friend or even your goldfish. Maybe you’re sipping a glass in a chic restaurant, the kind of place where prices aren’t listed on the menu (and hopefully someone else is paying), or you’re swilling a glass as you frantically write into the wee hours of the night (not that I have any experience with that whatsoever).

There are plenty of places to learn about wine: about its structure, balance, complexity and even how to sniff, swirl and sip it. This isn’t one of those places.

I’m here because I tell stories – mine, yours and ours. I think we need to remember that wine is gulp-able, swig-able and mess-around-with-your-friends-able. Wine is drinkable joy, sorrow, commiseration and celebration. We make memories with wine, with friends and with friends drinking wine. We make good stories, too.

My sincere hope is that this will be a place that might help you remember some of that. If not, go drink some wine and make some more stories to tell.

Cheers.


~Jeannette