Waking up at 6:20 is no joke, but once I don my snorkel and fins and leap into the frigid pool waters, it’s like I’ve flipped a switch. I’ve trained myself to get into a monotonous stroke rhythm and let my mind float free. No worrying about laundry or the damn forest of weeds growing out of the front steps or my sewing class projects to finish for tomorrow’s class. Splash, splash. Focus. It’s thinking-of-book-scenes time! And yes, you can work up a sweat in a pool if you work hard enough. In the last few weeks since I started my early morning plunges, I’ve been on creative fire. This morning, three scenes popped into my head out of nowhere.Rich, fully formed Goldilocks-type scenes…

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