My Very Own Lancer

It's probably not a well-kept secret, but this endeavor is desperation-based. I have over $100,000 in student loans. It's absolutely insane to think that this mountain be taken out by simple attrition. Working regular hours to beat this will break my body and spirit before it'll break my foe. So this is my out-of-the-box idea. And I personally think it has potential. A LOT of potential.

But I have my very own lancer in this situation. The Gollum to my Samwise (who is also me). My dad has no faith in this idea. I'm concerned that he'll demand that I put all of my marketing money into my loans. A low-risk, high-reward endeavor, truth be told. But he's never been a creative type. He's all about doubling down on the way things have always been. I've been about the back-door strategies.

However, I've found that naysayers give me extra OOMPH, as I'm just spiteful enough to double down on an idea if I think it'll work. Also, what the fuck does HE know? He watched TV. I plan to MAKE TV. And I could write the pilots for some of these half-assed shows in a day. "Zoo?" Fucking really? It's like Planet of the Apes, but broader. "Vikings?" The dialogue is perpetually godawful. I could punch that up effortlessly.

In any case, I'm putting my money where my mouth is. And a week from today, I finally --FINA-FUCKING-LLY-- get to throw my babies into the writing ring.

And I'm procrastinating. So, back to work.