What Could You Do 52 Times in a Year?

There's a glorious discipline to doing something over and over again, on a consistent basis.

My creativity/drawing/writing hero Lynda Barry created a whole book about it, called 100 Demons. It's a drawing exercise based on sumi-e painting that she learned from her teacher in college.  When I took her class, she explained that "demons" could be anything--they were just a frame for what you, inevitably, were going to create.  You could call it 100 Coffee Cups.  100 Presidents.  100 Dogs.  What wants to comes out, will come out, if you just keep working.
 

My music hero Jonathan Coulton put a song out there, once a week, for a whole damned year, a Thing a Week.  He wrote some gems--his song "A Talk With George," manages to be this incredibly specific description of writer/bon vivant George Plimpton, and a completely unsappy Live Your Dreams song.  He also covered "Baby Got Back," which I was delighted to hear LIVE at Joe's Pub, to ukelele backup.

And Manoel Felciano, the gloriously spooky Toby of Sweeney Todd, is doing it right now here  with Sunday Songs.  Listen to a nifty song about purple. And a lovely remembrance of actress/playwright/powerhouse Oni Faida Lampley.

I'm wondering if I could write a tiny play every week.  A playette?  A play-ini? Have I mentioned that I'm going to have a play-ini in the Estrogenius Festival in October?  Well, I am.

What could you create every week for a year?