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Preface

Those of you reading this most likely know me, and I base that on the fact that not a whole lot of people will likely read this. However, the dream includes people knowing me, so I have to entertain the notion that at some point, people will come back to this to get a peek at what the process involved.
Have you ever woken up one day and thought "wow...I want to be famous?"
You most likely have, and thought about it while you sat in bed in those precious moments between the alarm sounding and when you actually have to get out of bed. Those really are precious moments; the last ones before you fall asleep and the first ones after you wake up. For whatever reason, you think more clearly - I bought a laptop so it was easier for me to write down some of the things I thought about before I went to bed - and sometimes it seems like like really comes into focus during these times.
Anyway, I've been fascinated by comedy and things of that nature for a long time. My mom remembers me suggesting that I move to LA with my friend Nick to pursue a 2-man comedy career, which hasn't happened for a myriad of reasons, most notably that I was instructed to get a degree first. The motivation for that was at least partly due to the two of us hosting our Senior Talent Show in high school, which was one of the most fun experiences of my life. We got to be ourselves and had free reign of microphones in front of a crowd of hundreds of our friends and family. I loved it.
Since then my focus switched to writing, but I still occasionally felt the itch to go after something big. Something colossal. Something to get myself out there and let people hear me. Something to avoid working in an office.
I woke up one day several months ago and thought "Wow...I want to be famous." I let it ruminate for most of that day and didn't really talk much about it.
Then I woke up the next day and thought "Wow...I really want to be famous, maybe even more than yesterday." At that point I started to talk to people about it, and they didn't help.
Let me reiterate...my friends and family have been overwhelmingly encouraging. With few exceptions, everyone I know has given me some sort of blessing along the lines of "if there's one person I could see becoming famous, it's definitely you." But I was thinking that this was a passing fad and that I'd get over it, so these people were not helping.
Every day since then I've woken up thinking that same thing. It won't go away, it just gets stronger, deeper, more ingrained into my psyche, etc.
I think about it for the majority of most days; how to make fame happen/how to live the dream. I don't know if I can act, technically, but I can certainly lie to people, and that's really all acting is (I hope). In my musings and wonderings I started to search for the best way to make it happen.
And so the journey begins.

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