I nurture those ideas. I water them with my attention, and I feed them with my thoughts.
And after some time and energy the ideas start sprouting offspring. I let them mix and mingle with each other; I let them connect, compete, cooperate, and copulate in the weirdest ways. Sometimes they make me blush.
But the offspring is worth all that trouble. I care for these little new ideas, and I try to make them healthy and strong.
I’m an idea farmer. I grow new ideas from older ones.
And when the new ideas are big and fully grown, I sell them.
Or when they’re still young and small, I give them away for free.