Been doing a lot of swimming in my cove. It may seem like it would be boring to swim in the same area every day, but in fact, it has never been the same twice.

I don’t know if it is the season, or a normal occurrence, but the beach changes every day.

Yesterday, when I was at the same distance out as the rocks that jut out, I couldn’t touch the bottom of the water. I had to sink down about a foot to press my feet into the sand. This morning, I was at the same place, and I could stand with the water well under my chest.

Some days I have 15 feet of sand before the water, other times, only two feet. So, it is a new experience every time.

Still finding a routine here. Lately, it has been breakfast, swimming, writing, swimming, lunch, writing, playing cards, reading, swimming, reading, sleeping. Not a bad way to spend the day.

I keep trying to write out of desire and not because I want to, or feel I should. Going OK so far.

One interesting thing about the reading list, though. It is intimidating as all hell.

Doing any writing while reading Lolita seems useless. I mean, it is such a brilliant, masterful work. Anthing you write will pale in comparison. But then, that iswhy we are still erading it after nearly 50 years. It is a master work.

I have to keep reminding myself that my immediate influences are more Chuck Palahniuk and Stephen King, and not Nabokov, Fitzgerald, and the like.

Not much new to report, I think I will take a cooking class on Tuesday. Just going to repeat the above schedule until then.

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