The desert
Place me in the middle of the desert. Not a wasteland of barren rock, but in a place where ideas and crimes and passion lay dormant and forgotten.
Drop me in, say goodbye, watch the world change. I am your idea man.
There are lots of men in this universe, some tall men, short men, some men who are more like women, some smart men, some smarter men, some savvy, some honest to a fault. I can’t tell you what the rest are going to be but I know you can.
I am the idea man. You can’t climb a mountain with broken legs, you can’t climb a mountain with weak legs and without a proper jacket. Likewise you will never have your idea without the proper preparations. Training and conditioning, that’s what I offer you.
Everyone only gets 2 or 3 great ideas in their lifetime. The sooner the better I say. No use in writing the best story of your life or starting a business when you’re 72. Let’s not get all trickle-down, shall we not?
I will be unorthodox…
But that’s just until we get to know each other. In time my methods will seem normal, banal, regular and fruitful. And when I depart you will be invigorated, you will be astounded at how far you’ve come as a person, at what a mighty muscle your mind is manifest. In just three short weeks you will come to believe as I have that although some people are born great, others will take greatness upon themselves only when they are able to recognize it.
What is an idea? Why it’s no more than a blip on the radar. Out of all the things that a radar can detect, why does it detect the B-52? Because it has been trained to do so, tuned and honed to a degree that eliminates all doubt. A radar knows a bomber like a chalk knows white and you, my creative masterpiece will know when the inspiration strikes. It will be your faithful dog, your ace in the hole, your priest and savior.
What? Why, yes of course you may have recommendations. My clientele is of the very highest caliber.