Nobody has captured my burden as a filmmaker as well as my dentist did the other day.
Towering over me while I reclined in his chair during a routine check-up, my dentist asked how my work was going. After bringing him up to speed, he slowed down, took a moment, and said, “It must be hard doing what you do: writing day in, day out…all without a carrot.”
I was blown away. Of all people, my dentist perfectly captured the most challenging aspects of independent filmmaking: working on speculation. This, by far, is one of my greatest burdens as an independent filmmaker.
The carrot metaphor has left me wondering: why isn’t there a carrot? Or is there? Will I ever get to it? Or will it forever dangle in front of me? Even worse: am I being an ass in need of a carrot to motivate me?