The Alphabet Witch (wilowisp) wrote,
The Alphabet Witch

Vino Veritas

Just returned home after dinner with my family, and why yes, I did have a few glasses of Pinot Noir, however did you guess? Was it the lingering memories of this ode to my father or this ode to my friends? Perhaps it was the flush to my face or the curl of my lips. Maybe it's just that I drop a few of the thousand barriers I've built between myself and the real world.

So things might not flow in a logical order. Bare with me.

I want to know you, and I want you to know me. I am a jester and a fool, a trickster and cynic, but there is more down here than just that. I want to tell you about my scars. I want to hear about every dream you've ever had. I want to know, dammit, and it's been written on a slip of paper since the Samhain of 2001. From the sum of irrational numbers to the flavor of your 10th birthday cake.

And dammit, but I am a good writer. I am not good at being an author, because I don't have the drive, or the know-how, or maybe just not the interest in getting my work out there. But dammit, I am a hell of a good writer. I have such stories in me, I have such prose and poise and gift. And when I am sober, it saddens me that perhaps they will all die with me. And when I am drunk, I cry with joy at the thought that I could write them at all.

I am a storyteller. And I want your story. Perhaps it makes more sense than I thought at first. Perhaps I do find some truth in the wine. Hail Dionysus!
Tags: family, friends, wine, writing
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