Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It's been several months since my last confession . . . and my last blog posting.
Nevertheless, I want to begin by announcing that I have a new book, Indiana Wineries, fresh from the mint. (Actually, I should say that Becky and I have a new book, as her name is on the cover, too.)
What is this book? Well, it's a five-year project whereby we visited all of the wineries in the Hoosier state, photographed, interviewed, and profiled each and all. The book is beautifully illustrated and photographed--by far the most ornate and eye-appealing book I've done to date (thanks to Blue River Press). The book also contains a history of Indiana vineyards and wineries, wine appreciation, weekend trip suggestions, recipes, tips . . . and so much more. For those who want to know what's now available on the wine scene from Indiana wineries--this is the book.
To accompany the book, we also have a new blog: www.indianawinery.blogspot.com
What's on this blog? Upcoming interviews, profiles, wineries new and old, and plenty more. Check it out and check back often to get the latest on Indiana Wineries.
Finally . . . I noted today, after picking up a used hardback copy of my book, Candles in the Dark, that I had obtained the copy once owned by the New Orleans Public Library. The book was published in 2002, probably stayed in the library in New Orleans for two or three years, and obviously made it out before hurricane Katrina in 2005 . . . ten years ago now.
Anyway, having that copy looking me square in the eye as I write this has set me to thinking about these odd connections. How did something I wrote fifteen years ago make it from New York (published) to New Orleans and then back to my house? How many people--now living or dead--read this copy?
Anyway, I'm still reading, still writing . . . and still waiting. I also hope to write more often right here--and I won't be waiting until the spirit moves me.