Billy Pilgrim
Stye in my eye
Last week, when I was trying to get some sleep before work, I was lying in my bed, freaking the **** out. I was thinking about how much I hate the script I just wrote. I thought about being stuck in this town, in my shitty day job, living with my mom, I thought I might get sucked further down into the comfort of my current living situation. My parents have never asked me to leave. I still run errands and do things for them when I’m not working. My mom keeps telling me how proud she is that I’m working a day job.
I always thought my parents supported my dreams, and I think they do, but I realized that they never regularly tell me how proud they are that I made a feature film. They told me, maybe, when I screened it in town. But they don’t remind me every day how proud they are the way they do now that I have a regular job. This isn’t a complain about my parents. I understand, they’re afraid for me. They’re worried I’ll be homeless, like my biological father was before he died. They want to protect me from a terrible life.
But it’s dragging me further away from doing what I really want to do. I know the only way I can really have a career in film is to just pack up, move to LA and take as many jobs on as many projects as I can. I'll hate myself for the rest of my life if I don't at least try. But I’m terrified of the notion. I’ve never been on my own here, let alone in LA, in that competitive film community, with the uncertainty of whether or not I’ll make rent with the low pay I get from working on low budget horror film. I know it’s what I need to do, but I wish someone would tell me it’s do-able.
I'm hoping some people here can share their experiences.
I always thought my parents supported my dreams, and I think they do, but I realized that they never regularly tell me how proud they are that I made a feature film. They told me, maybe, when I screened it in town. But they don’t remind me every day how proud they are the way they do now that I have a regular job. This isn’t a complain about my parents. I understand, they’re afraid for me. They’re worried I’ll be homeless, like my biological father was before he died. They want to protect me from a terrible life.
But it’s dragging me further away from doing what I really want to do. I know the only way I can really have a career in film is to just pack up, move to LA and take as many jobs on as many projects as I can. I'll hate myself for the rest of my life if I don't at least try. But I’m terrified of the notion. I’ve never been on my own here, let alone in LA, in that competitive film community, with the uncertainty of whether or not I’ll make rent with the low pay I get from working on low budget horror film. I know it’s what I need to do, but I wish someone would tell me it’s do-able.
I'm hoping some people here can share their experiences.