Deadlines are a cruel little beast, but I keep a secret weapon: a tight‑knit folder of draft copies that I never touch until the clock starts ticking. I let the legal protection stack up, then I unleash the creative torrent right before the deadline. It’s a risky dance, but it keeps the lawyers at bay while still letting me scream into the void.

Right, I hear you, but the truth is every time I hand a draft out, it feels like handing over a map of a minefield. I lock up the IP right at the first spark and then let the idea run riot only once the clock is screaming. It's a compromise—protect the idea, then let the chaos breathe.