we wrote the book on creativity.

It's new, and unpublished at this point.

We had originally posted a couple chapters. They show what kind of philosophy and expertise we bring to the party. And what we can do for your management team and employees.

NOTE: Publication considerations have forced us to remove the actual chapters. The following is one of the many original exercises from the book.

It's designed to strengthen your creative nonlinear "what if?" skills, your visualization skills, your linear logical processing skills, and your rejection of the accepted solution.

Funny, how one thing can do so much. Enjoy.

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Story Beginning:
He woke with that taste in his mouth, that copper-thing that told him he'd bitten the inside of his cheek again during the nightmare. The rain shattered itself into the window of the studio apartment, rivulets splintering the glass. Pleasantly distracting for a few seconds every once in a while.

Night. It was going to become a harder night. He knew.

He liked the small apartment-place he'd woken to but missed having a separate bedroom in a house. When he'd had the house, he'd considered it a sanctuary. But with the child support and gambling debts eating his paycheck, having that again wasn't going to happen soon. Not on a detective's salary.

This studio apartment was a nice, controlled space, though. Sitting on the edge of the bed … a simple bend of the torso put the pistol by his feet in reach. Standing, he felt the heavy weight in his hand. Not so heavy though, once you get used to carrying it every day undercover. Normal, like a parent carrying a newborn infant gets to be normal after a couple weeks.

Took two steps to the bathroom to get the Scope, swirl some of the mouthwash around to rinse the blood out, get the cheek-healing begun.

Then back to the bed, and reaching under it, he could touch the results of the evening's drug bust. Two keys of coke, never recorded, never noticed by anyone else on the raid tonight. He was the only cop who knew about the stuff, that it was in the drawer at the raid-house, and that it was now under his bed. Ready to be used, to put together the money he would need to take vengeance.

Sounds in the hallway. Coming toward the door. He got ready for them.

[YOUR CREATIVE OPPORTUNITY: Find a way from this point, to the last line, which is …].

He never goes back to the apartment.