I have a new Sunday ritual: I get up, go out, and freewrite for 10 minutes. I do this to get out of the house, to spark some life into what has become a rather dull existence, and to re-develop some creative practices to keep the juices flowing offline. Last Sunday, I ventured into the gray, wet Sunday morning to post up in a classic diner with a latte and a corned beef biscuit. Today, I thought I’d go to the lake, but decided on the pond at the Cleveland Museum of Art instead.
Like last Sunday, I plugged my ears with the sound of Dinah Washington’s “This Bitter Earth” (a song preferred by the character in my head these days), and got to work.
As I walked around the pond, I kept Dinah on repeat.
Maybe I needed to hear that as much as my character does.