Well, here we go. The electronic version of an autopsy. Let's take my mind apart and lay it out on the table. Find out what's killing it.
That sounds a bit crazy, doesn't it? I guess it's ok, since it's just you and I and further ok since crazy is about the best way to explain what we're up to anyway.
I appreciate your advice and we'll see if it works: laying out the strips of thought, the gore of inspirtation and the very heart of me in the form of ideas and phrases and fears and dreams on the table and seeing if it fits together. I'm not much for head-shrinkers, but this seems feasible. I'll have to trust you about the security of it all.
So let me make the first cut and we'll look it over:
Convergence is the dream most every driven person. A place where all your dreams and talents collide and if you're lucky, the monetary rewards come along for the ride. And here I am, standing at the edge of a cliff, the water below being that very place - the ocean of convergence.
I always thought it would just happen or not (hadn't thought of it a lot at all, actually) and never imagined it would be something you did or did not choose. How will I move forward?
Bagface is sure to be a success - we both know it - on a level none of our other films have been.
The statement of what's next is like a blindfold in a house of horrors: it keeps me from facing the fears that are there beyond it and simply exploring the question could cause it to blow away as though it were made of ashes.
Scalpel up, and cut (in a different sense than I'm used to).
WHAT'S NEXT BRODY?
Stay tuned for the next exciting chapter of brodyhawkinsgoesfukinutz.
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