Here's my outline for the second half of "The Entrepreneur" (working title). 3 x 5 index cards bound with rubber bands and the cover of a spent moleskin. (I don't spring for leather covers!) I've been using this little packet in coffee shops to get away from distractions.
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farmer, who from far through the woods sought my house, to have a
social "crack"; one of the few of his vocation who are "men on their
farms"; who donned a frock instead of a professor's gown, and is as
ready to extract the moral out of church or state as to haul a load of
manure from his barn-yard. — Thoreau, Walden.
Reading Walden via the excellent email reading service DailyLit, I googled cronching which yielded 1160 hits, mostly misspellings, nicknames, and discussions of this very neologism, so Thoreau's invention which didn't catch on. Still, is there a more perfect word for the sound of snow packing underfoot by a winter hiker's approach? Thoreau's a wondeful writer.
(One interesting hit came up to the Chicago Manual of Style Online, which uses this sentence from Walden as an example of how to use the term "sic.")