People Ask Me All The Time, "what

If I Stopped Having Passion, I'd Be Done.

My Tv Show Had Been Cancelled; Nothing Else Had Gone Anywhere; Some Alliances I Had Made Petered Out And Nothing Came Of Them And I Was Looking At A Long, Long Year Ahead Of Me In Which There Was No Work On The Horizon, The Phone Wasn't Ringing. I Had Two Kids, One Of Them A Brand-new Baby, And I Didn't Know If I Would Be Able To Keep My House.

I Am A Lay Historian By Nature. I Seek Out An Empirical Reflection Of What Truth Is. I Sort Of Want Dates And Motivations And I Want The Whole Story. But I've Always Felt, Unconsciously, That All Human History Is That Connection From Person To Person To Person, Event To Event To Event, And From Idea To Idea.

I Had To Keep Breathing. Even Though There Was No Reason To Hope... I Stayed Alive. I Kept Breathing. And One Day My Logic Was Proven All Wrong Because The Tide Came In, And Gave Me A Sail. And Now, Here I Am. Im Back... Because Now I Know What I Have To Do Now. I Have To Keep Breathing. Because Tomorrow The Sun Will Rise. Who Knows What The Tide Could Bring?

Acting Still Rings My Bell As Much As It Did In High School. Plus, I Can Now Indulge My Interests As A Producer As Well. My Work Is More Fun Than Fun But, Best Of All, It's Still Very Scary. You Are Always Walking Some Kind Of High Wire.