It’s a passion project.

I’ll never forget those insinuating words.
“I understand… it’s your passion project.”
I was on my third or fourth Skype call.
Dancing with a film industry pragmatist.
Hoping to have our screenplay made into a movie.
But the dance music was composed by a computer.
It was nothing but a steady beat of numbers.
Production costs, demographics, ROI.
And so I was tripping over my feet.
Because the melody (the story they loved) was drowned out.
And then came… the screeching feedback.
A grating sound that moved me off of the dance floor.
“I understand,” he said. “It’s your passion project.”
As if passion is an airy concept.
Fanciful and impractical.
One that should take a back seat to the payoff.
Call me foolhardy, but I will never succumb to numbers.
I don’t live for an outcome.
I embrace the journey and follow my inner voice.
Conviction, then calculation.
Heart, then head.
So I danced to my own tune.
And followed that “passion project.”
All the way to the opposite side of what “they” expect.
And that screenplay is now a novel.
Did I do the right thing?
Of course!
Because the right thing is my thing.
And time will tell if you think so too.