Yesterday, I wrote 1,064 words of "The Pearl Diver." It seems to be going well. But my language is changed so much in these newer stories. I never dreamt I would write like this. I think the changes are for the better, but there will be those who lament the demise of my more baroque style. Personally, I think my voice is the same, more or less, and I believe someone could read "The Pearl Diver" or "Houses Under the Sea" or The Dry Salvages and recognize it as my work. It's interesting to watch these changes, changes which are more unconscious than anything else, but it's also a little alarming.
And yesterday was one of those days when my writing had me reading all manner of far-flung and seemingly unrelated reference material: human population growth, the manufacture of oil paints, the chemical composition of pearls, ichthyology, and plastics. It all fits together, if you've got the right tube of glue.
I'm still not caught up on e-mail.
There wasn't much else to yesterday. Five hours of writing does that to me. The remainder of the day becomes so much fat to be trimmed away and tossed to the dogs. After dinner, we did nothing in particular until about 9:30, when we watched an episode of Farscape ("Promises"; 4:5), then went to bed and started reading Pet Sematary. King's writing improved significantly in the years between 'Salem's Lot and Pet Sematary. I used to consider the latter one of his most powerful and artful works; I hope it'll still strike me the same way. Also, I read "Redescription and phylogenetic position of the Adriatic (Upper Cretaceous; Cenomanian) dolichosaur Pontosaurus lesinensis (Kornhuber, 1873)" in the new JVP. Dolichosaurs, like aigialosaurs, interest me primarily because, evolutionarily, they lie somewhere between snakes and mosasaurs. Blah, blah, blah. I know.
Spooky may have devised a way around the Optometric Governmental Eyeball Nazis, by ordering her black contacts from a British supplier. I'm more stubborn and am determined to have the same LensQuest contacts I've been using and to which I have become accustomed, so I shall most likely be subjected to the whole silly, superfluous eye-exam route. At least insurance will pay for most of this. Its absurd. I can order prescription drugs off the internet, but I can't get SFX contacts. More on this later.
And I can no longer deny that age and lifestyle (by "lifestyle" I mean, mostly, sitting here on my ass writing all day, every day) have wreaked havoc with my body, and now it's time to indulge those twin evils, eating less and exercise. I've been putting this off for months, since at least the New Year. This afternoon I'm going to start doing something about it. Turning -0 does not mean I have to get soft, or softer, or whatever. It merely means that I have to make a greater effort than before. Problem is, after writing all damned day the last thing I want to do is exercise. Maybe the very last thing, so I have to overcome that revulsion. If only it were not so dull, exercise. Ugh.
I keep meaning to post more photos from the trip, but I haven't had time to reformat and upload them. And thanks to the people who've already gotten involved with the eBay auctions. More items will be going up over the next few days, so keep yours eyes peeled (I love that phrase).