And then I remember I wrote all those words myself.
I read blogs the way other people read the paper, or a book, and then I deliberate whether I am brave enough to do that. That thing of giving your opinion, of opening yourself to criticism, of saying something for the sake of saying it, of somebody out there 'spell and grammar checking' what you wrote.
To write is to vent, to try and engage and excite others about the things that excite you. To tell stories.
Christine Rudman once asked me why I am passionate about wine...I grew up in the shade of KWV HQ, so probably in the air in breathed as a child. I wanted to study journalism, ended up with law(woke up to see the light and ran to study food), and like others sitting in that class before and after me, ended up in the Wine Industry. I often get asked what I do; food and wine consultant sounds pretty glamorous; just a pity our current economy has not too much of a 'want' for that. So I lecture wine appreciation, I try to inspire, I tell stories about winemakers, wine pioneers, amazing bottles that I've had the honour of sipping, I hover on the periphery of the real Wine Industry. And I study. I study this mysterious thing called Cape Wine Master, that sucks you into a world of weird words, like diacetyl and thiols. Of being like a weird circus act and having to be able to tell which side of the fence the grapes grew for a specific bottle. Of people. Some strange, some stuck up and full of themselves about what they supposedly know and some wonderful people. The wonderful ones who share their knowledge, share their wine, share their passion and want to make the proverbial 'circle bigger'. It's a weird place to be, this almost, but not quite yet, part of the 'cleverest bunch'.
The lamentable part is that the only people who seem to care about you being a CWM, is the "clever bunch" as I've not met one of them making their fortune from having the 3 letters as part of their e-mail signature(Some of the serious wine people also care, a bit).The truth of the matter is that CWM is the property of a select few, and very few of the rest of the world truly understand the amount of booze we suffer through to pass the exams.
Am I being negative about being a Cape Wine Master; no, I actually can't wait for the day I get to hold that piece of paper in my hand. To also be one of the 'clever bunch’, I just trust I don't lose mea vinum along this last bit of the journey.