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Viking attack Welcome!  This is the first in a series of blog posts from me, Paul Brightguy, and you’re right, that’s a pseudonym.  I adopted the smartass name seeking anonymity in preparation for celebrity.  It seemed like a good idea at the time.  This is my story as I commence my assault on Hollywood.

You see, I’ve written a screenplay for a feature film, THE GOD HELMET, and I have enough money to make the film at an indie level in my hometown of Santa Cruz, California, with the free and cheap labor of friends. But the script is great.  Everyone who’s read it thinks it’s great. Many people who haven’t read it yet think it’s great. That’s how great it is, just the idea of the script prompts people to quiver and prostrate themselves at its description. So, from my biased observation of its reception in the world, I can state as a matter of fact that the script is great.  Just like 10,000 other scripts currently floating around Hollywood.

Yet I maintain the delusion that I can produce the film at the highest professional level with other people’s money and make millions doing so.  (My high school motto was “aim high”.  In 1970 we took it literally.)  Those jokers in Hollywood, Ben Affleck and Matt Damon, for instance, or Sylvester Stallone—they’re no smarter or more deserving than me.  Or you, for that matter. I got bread and a roof over my head, so why not?

We manifest our thoughts and dreams through conscious and subconscious actions.  If you can dream it, you can make it real. Making a movie and changing the world is my dream.

Motivation works like this: the lightbulb goes on and the energy arrives to make it happen, you just have to get out of the way and let it flow. When fully focused on the task at hand, the sense of time becomes elastic and sleep becomes relative.  A few hours of sleep a night is all the rejuvenation needed. When destiny comes knocking it doesn’t wait around while you get your beauty rest.

Like a dream, the movie business was always just out of reach, on the other side of some opaque wall.  I took classes and schemed.  I plugged away and stashed some cash.

Paul in Cement

I’ll wear the horns when it’s my turn on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

My wife was diagnosed with breast cancer in March 2010. After a brave struggle and more suffering than she deserved she passed in March of 2013.  Her illness helped put things in perspective for me.  Mortal life is finite. There is no time to waste.

Now at age 62 I have sold my modest investment advisory business and started a new life.  With screenplay in hand I’m knocking on Hollywood’s door.  If they don’t let me in I may break in through the back door.

Join me on this adventure.  It should be fun.

Anthill