Adventure: GOLDFISH – “If…”

One of our producers just informed us this morning that he interviewed at a production company yesterday, and they want him to start right away.  Like, this morning.

So, he effectively quits, with a week left to go before shooting.  Nothing is ready, everything is behind.  

Most of everything in me says, Hit the fucking brakes and get out now.

It seems like a runaway train, costing me, and only me, cash.

Too late to quit now.

Feels like I (of all wound-up, high-strung people) have been fairly calm and Lincoln-esque (in a microcosmic way) this week, and never moreso than this morning.

I’m living that Kipling poem, IF.

But, in a gender-neutral fashion.

Full steam ahead, and fuck the torpedoes. There is no going back.

Embrace adventure; you may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you.