Keep going like Hemingway
Hemingway wrote with a pencil in one hand and a drink in the other. And the booze didn’t seem to slow him down. But what was his accelerant? What kept that pencil moving?
Move like Murakami
On summer evenings, I kick up dust in London parks. In winter, I skip from one streetlight to another. I’m always jogging. Because I love it. Because it fuels creative work.