I am an avid fan of American Idol, often much to the chagrin of the hubby, who probably secretly hopes for the extinction of the show (and the shameless product placement in that show). Yesterday, THR had the following article containing excerpts from the incomparable Simon Cowell.
When asked about the future, Cowell stated:
The idea that for the next five years, I’d be doing exactly what I’ve been doing for the past five years . . . the thought is just too depressing.
I’d go nuts, bored out of my mind. You have to evolve, you have to change. I like the challenge of launching something new.
It made me think about where I could be in five years. Whether I, too, could launch something new. Perhaps, in five years, Tina Fey will have already discovered me, and I will be on my way to accepting a WGA award. Perhaps the change will be less dramatic, and the legal profession will suffice as an outlet for my creative writing. Perhaps, in five years, I will be on day 1,279 of my 10 Days for Tina Fey series.
Many words can be used to adequately summarize my attempts at finding success in television. Given the statistics, coupled with my risk-averse nature, my Hollywood fantasies appear delusional, at best. Thankfully, for my own sanity (and my hubby’s sanity), the very act of creative writing provides unparalleled joy. But there can be so much more. A girl can hope, right? My dream may never materialize, but as eloquently stated by Cowell (made more eloquent by his British accent), I gotta at least go for it:
Being No. 1 is verging on an obsession with me. I don’t like being No. 2. I don’t mind when you start at No. 10 — people don’t always go on as No. 1 — and you’ve got somewhere to go. But if you’re at the point you’ve reached it, of course you want to stay there.
I have not reached No. 1. I’m not even close. But Tina, if you give me a chance, I’ll make it.
I love human interest stories. Even my own.
Discover me, Tina Fey!