Serious question, at some point each of us has to decide whether we've travelled the filmmaking path far enough and whether it's time to go do something else.
I guess I'm at that point. (Actually I'm not guessing, I actually know that I'm at that point)
So the qustion is, what would need to happen or not happen for you to decide to pack it all in and become an itinerant goat herder instead?
For me, well, I've invested ten years of my life, used every moment I had off work (when I worked for the man) and put every penny I had into filmmaking. In return for that investment, I've got a piece of paper that says I won a regional Royal Television Society Award, tapes of half a dozen short films (that I don't much like) and a digibeta copy of a feature film that currently lives in a box under my bed.
Up to this point the whole process has felt like the torment of Sisyphus; roll the rock up the hill, only to have it Wiley Coyote over you as it rolls back back down. Repeat that process for ten years and you start to get a bit jaded.
The truth is that maybe I'm just not good enough to suceed at this. I made a pretty decent feature film and that's an achievement it itself. I'm an OK writer, but Paul Schrader I'm not.
There is Daoist song that I think is very apt:
"Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream"
I think the message of that song is that you don't get much happiness if you continually row upstream.
I guess I'm at that point. (Actually I'm not guessing, I actually know that I'm at that point)
So the qustion is, what would need to happen or not happen for you to decide to pack it all in and become an itinerant goat herder instead?
For me, well, I've invested ten years of my life, used every moment I had off work (when I worked for the man) and put every penny I had into filmmaking. In return for that investment, I've got a piece of paper that says I won a regional Royal Television Society Award, tapes of half a dozen short films (that I don't much like) and a digibeta copy of a feature film that currently lives in a box under my bed.
Up to this point the whole process has felt like the torment of Sisyphus; roll the rock up the hill, only to have it Wiley Coyote over you as it rolls back back down. Repeat that process for ten years and you start to get a bit jaded.
The truth is that maybe I'm just not good enough to suceed at this. I made a pretty decent feature film and that's an achievement it itself. I'm an OK writer, but Paul Schrader I'm not.
There is Daoist song that I think is very apt:
"Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream"
I think the message of that song is that you don't get much happiness if you continually row upstream.