On Pruning your Ideas
Every morning I take the dog out for a walk for an hour or so. No earbuds, no phone, just a book under my arm, a pencil in my hand and a poop bag in my pocket.
Some of the best creative ideas I’ve ever had have come to me in these first hours after waking, watching my small dog coerce a golden retriever thrice his size into wrestling him. (he always loses.)
My point is, I walk home with endless marginalia scribbled in the book, along with the…