You know those people who proudly claim to have come up with an idea on an airplane cocktail napkin? Well, I call bullshit. And I call bullshit not only because I have met a few very successful entrepreneurs who supposedly invented their company product admit that they lied about it, but on a very long, very slow 6 hour return flight back to Los Angeles from New York I spent a strong 5 hours trying to do exactly that.
I don’t know why I held on to that crappy cocktail napkin. Perhaps I saved it to serve as a reminder that I shouldn’t waste 5 hours on my “Master Plan,” or maybe as proof that I really do suck as the game of life, but I still carry it with me. It is here in my black journal that I keep in the drawer of my desk. The journal that I’ve been jotting down book ideas in for the past 5 years. Today I am sending those ideas to an agent.
Here goes nothing.
Photos by Alexandra Gibbs