Iím not a visionary. I canít look at how things are and dream up ways to make them better. Whenever I do have a creative thought, Iím always so surprised by it that I write it down in a note that I canít decipher later on. Mostly I stumble along, happy to recognize the brilliance of others and content to take advantage of whatever luck is thrown my way.
Not much imagination is required to do my job. Tolerance is needed, and patience and persistence. Somehow by plodding along day after day doing what is asked, Iíve managed to achieve a kind of security that I probably donít deserve. Somehow I have overcome my own laziness, not by working harder but by finding a way to get the job done while working less.
Itís not much of a legacy, but itís the life I lead. Unfortunately, every so often something happens that exposes me to the danger of being uncovered. Thatís when I truly depend on luck to get me through. If anyone who takes a close look at the way I work doesnít notice the massive gap between what I produce and the effort I put into it, I count myself fortunate.
Tomorrow I will have occasion to call upon whatever reserves of luck I can summon. Somehow Iíll have to find a way to get out of this corner Iíve painted myself into. I canít do it by dazzling anyone into thinking they see talent where none exists (as is so common in showbiz these days). I can do it only by using the one talent I do have in these situations. I have to make the auditor think heís getting all the answers he needs, even though I havenít given him everything he asked for.