Book ideas

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Literally - a book about ideas
  You want to know where to get ideas?
   Here are X ideas and how to get more
  Writing is not really about the idea
     It is about technical mastery, passion, and story
     The idea is "just" the vehicle

Music - pick an album
   Each track is a chapter
       Literally the chapters soundtrack
  The thrust of the song is that chapters heart

Names - how we are all trying to finish what Adam started

Hope - is it evidence of the possible
             or the evidence of addiction
                  to controlling the descent
                  of our shared plane crash

Choice - you are what you focus on or think about

A child's guide to success
  Take [xxx] and retell as stories for a youth
  What should success mean for a child?
  Does it fundamentally map to adults?

Pace - what you do not matter what
            Who you are on autopilot
                ... are you yourself when you are?

Genius - if you only know yourself after writing...
                Where did the revelation come from?

Obvious child - what you take for granted can help you see what you ignore

Puff - how thinking in glib statements can limit your ability to process larger things

Hinge - a story about how focusing on the Hinge / squeak / trigger / catalyst
              can cause you to miss the open door / opportinity

Size - presumption about how things ought to be can be fear-based, paralyzing, and a lie

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