15 minutes

And further speaking of creativity...

“15 minutes a day, it turns out, is enough time to write a book...(&) to remember who I am.” Trollope’s “small daily task”* tops Hercules, “if it be really daily”-or habitual at least, reminds @MargaretRenkl https://t.co/nElJZSuFcI

— Phil Oliver (@OSOPHER) July 15, 2019

(“A small daily task, if it be really daily, will beat the labours of a spasmodic Hercules.” Anthony Trollope) Reminds me of what E.L. Docotow said: “Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.”

Walking the dog is also a great habit for writers, knows ⁦@jenniferweiner⁩ pic.twitter.com/yupEorQACm

— Phil Oliver (@OSOPHER) July 15, 2019

Have dog, will write...
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Don't know if Ralph Waldo Emerson was a dog-walker, but it was on this date in 1838 that he delivered his famous Divinity School Address, which begins

In this refulgent summer, it has been a luxury to draw the breath of life. The grass grows, the buds burst, the meadow is spotted with fire and gold in the tint of flowers. The air is full of birds, and sweet with the breath of the pine, the balm-of-Gilead, and the new hay...

And then goes on to challenge the exclusively-divine identity of Jesus.

Jesus Christ belonged to the true race of prophets. He saw with open eye the mystery of the soul. Drawn by its severe harmony, ravished with its beauty, he lived in it, and had his being there. Alone in all history, he estimated the greatness of man. One man was true to what is in you and me. He saw that God incarnates himself in man, and evermore goes forth anew to take possession of his world. He said, in this jubilee of sublime emotion, `I am divine. Through me, God acts; through me, speaks. Would you see God, see me; or, see thee, when thou also thinkest as I now think.' But what a distortion did his doctrine and memory suffer in the same, in the next, and the following ages! There is no doctrine of the Reason which will bear to be taught by the Understanding. The understanding caught this high chant from the poet's lips, and said, in the next age, `This was Jehovah come down out of heaven. I will kill you, if you say he was a man.' The idioms of his language, and the figures of his rhetoric, have usurped the place of his truth...