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Life threatening?


For the last few weeks I have been mulling over the MWCC#9 challenge word postulated by the drunken cyclist, the winner of the MWCC#8 challenge: Fear.  Puttering in the vineyards, cleaning up in the cellar, shifting bottles, pouring wine for customers, studying and trying to fit that word into the world of wine that I know.  There are plenty of apprehensions, concerns, moments of anxiety and disappointments – but being afraid?  No.

This developed into my thinking about life in general and what prompted me to succumb to sick-stomach, tense-jaw, weak-limbed Fear.  These days, I am gratefully secure and happy, not unaware that there is danger, but not directly threatened either.  Wine, in fact, is a larger part of my life because of my associations with Fear and the reality that I could’ve been long gone and have missed savoring so many joys of life, including wine.  My stories are nothing…

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Fear: Love Wine, Hate to Write


#MWWC9 Fear
I’m not a writer.  I don’t have a novel inside.  I’m not compelled to write.  I started my wine/food blog as a way to explore social media, but writing always has been and continues to be a challenge.  Food and cooking?  Great.  Wine?  Love it.  Photography?  Great way to hone my eye and expand my skill. Writing? Ugh.

There it is.  The keyboard, staring right at me. There it is. The keyboard, staring right at me.

Along comes the Monthly Wine Writing Challenge. I was happy to participate in the first few sessions. I incorporated food, wine & photos into the story.  I thought I had a shot with a photo essay in #MWWC7 Devotion. Nothing, nada.  Discouraged, I let #MWWC8 pass without an entry.

Then I started to think about fear.  What am I afraid of?  Not winning? Really? I have a new group of friends with a common interest.  I’ve met other photographers, cooks…

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Monthly Wine Writing Challenge Entry/ Subject-Fear

GF Wine Country Living

Madman on the Loose, I Could Die Today

On a sunny bucolic vacation day, The Bam, bam bambambam of an automatic weapon splintered the birdsong and rustle of the breeze through the treetops.  “Wait! Were those real gunshots?  Was it someone target practicing? Should I be worried?” we sat on the deck in the sunshine, pondering.  “It is a bit countryish with huge lots in this little seaside enclave of vacation and retiree homes. People could target practice here, I guess. And yet…”

In the twenty years we had been coming to that cabin for a women’s retreat week, we had never heard anything like this.  After all, it is Cleone, a tiny community where the grocery store, post office, and gas pump are rolled into one, where the one restaurant (with consistently awesome Mexican food) opens whenever the owners feel inclined to cook or do business, where the community’s…

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Chinon & Beaujolais: A Harvest In Burgundy – What’s So Scary About That?

We have another great entry into this month’s challenge (#MWWC8) from Chinon & Beaujolais.

You can check out her entry here:

A Harvest In Burgundy – What’s So Scary About That?

Remember the deadline for this month’s challenge is Today (Monday)!

MWWC#9: Wine, Women and [a little bit] Wrong *

The Armchair Sommelier

MWWC I’m a woman.  And I love wine.  But you will never hear me refer to myself as a wino.  And definitely never a wineaux.  [Palm to face].

We’ve all seen the wine jokes that fly around Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest.  Some of them are cute, some of them are funny.  Then came the avalanche of wine jokes, and a scary trend — more and more of the jokes are about women, and (even scarier), wine. At first, I jumped on the bandwagon.  Hahaha!  That’s so funny (she says, unconvincingly).  LOL (eye-roll). But then I started thinking (maybe over-thinking).  And now I’m cringing more than laughing.

Important Disclaimer:  I realize there are tons of folks out there who find these jokes gut-stitch funny.  If you’re one of them, promise me we can still be friends after you’ve finished reading this.

Why aren’t I laughing?  Because, more and more of the jokes send this message: Women who drink…

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Fear and Blogging in Salinas

The Sybarite

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.  And snakes.  They can move but they don’t have legs…that’s the devil.  This month’s Monthly Wine Writing Challenge has the prompt: Fear.  This led me to ponder: what am I afraid of?  Of course this is supposed to be about wine and I realized that there is a perfect intersection.

I am afraid of a couple things and I suppose this is as good of a time as any to confess.  As many of you know, I am a lettuce breeder.  I spent a lot of time in university and gathered a couple degrees in order to do this job.  But, after a few years of doing this job while simultaneously becoming more and more interested in wine, I am starting to think that perhaps this isn’t what a really want to do with my life and maybe I want…

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