DISCLAIMER: I know this blog is not meant to be used as a medium to bitch about personal shit, but please bear with me. There’s a point to this load of crap.
I have this theory about those who choose the creative industries as their livelihood: We are composed of 10% creativity, 10% luck and 80% stupidity. I say this because even the most realistic person – the most aware of the difficulties that life in the creative fields like film and television entail – will truly believe their love for their chosen field will be enough to succeed.
I am one of the many whose love just wasn’t enough. So right after I finished film school I hit the wall, crashed, burned, fell through the horrible abyss of failure, reached the bottom and kept falling, all of these prompted by taking my very first job as a pro editor.
It’s been 3 years since the beginning of the death of my career, and it hasn’t all been bad. A few freelance jobs, a short screenplay and a successful experimental short film have kept me relatively sane. However, there are times when the initial wave of depression returns and the silly thoughts plague my mind: the destruction of my childhood dreams, the one that got away, the hope that someone will find me good enough to give me a full time job, and the ever present fear of making a living out of saying on a minute to minute basis “Would you like fries with that?”.
And that wave of depression – reinforced by the flu, the imminent death of a relative that just won’t die, a mind block from hell and monetary concerns – has hit me HARD this week.
But instead of sulking and indulging in sweet passive-aggressive self destruction like I usually do, I’ve decided to be proactive for once and enter IMAGINATON
Fun? You bet. It also isn’t as easy as it may sound to the inexperienced, for a minute of film or television is closer to being an eternity more than eternity itself.
Ok, so I’m totally being overdramatic and melodramatic, but when it comes to filmmaking, a minute is a long time.
So tomorrow I’ll pay my subscription fee and try to force a cool concept out of my brain.
Will desperation meet creativity? Who knows! Imaginaton happens every two years. I might as well be part of it this year instead of beating myself for not participating.
More to come soon!