He sat in his home office perplexed, working out a piece of writing he was working on. He was still yet a no-name to the industry, but he stayed focused, keeping his eye on the prize. The prize in his eyes was reaching the point where he wasn't scrambling, looking for jobs or odd jobs to secure his life and lifestyle. In a way, you could say he was looking for financial freedom from punching a clock like some jerk. He wanted to dictate every minute of his days doing the things he imagined himself doing.
The piece of writing he was working on was a screenplay he had been working on for the last month. His journey to this point was much like any red-blooded American male in their thirties, he graduated with a degree in which it allowed him the ability to freelance with his skills. He was always creative, so it kind of made sense. Along the way, he picked up the love of photography using that to the best of his abilities. Although he had these skills, it wasn't indeed where his heart was, which he was deeply in love with filmmaking. Having an entrepreneurial spirit, he had ventured out to make a few films with a group of locals in his home town, and although having a majority of the projects coming out ok, others were wrought with ego trips, anxiety-inducing phone calls, and a disaster of a final product.
His heart and creative spirit had a tough time coming back from that one as some of the people had cut him out of their lives as he chalked it up as a learning experience and was looking for the get back project. It then dawned on him the project he was working on was that. So he dug deeper and worked with a few he wanted to make this better than anything his hometown had ever seen.
He knew the real hard work was ahead as he would have to start from ground zero in a sense figuring all his past connections were tainted for some that bad-mouthing of those who were downright bitches. He had realized that he was taking too much of the blame for
the project going down. There were others who, rather than adding to the project, subtracted drawing in a negative vibe that didn't help in the long run. He wanted to regain that freewheeling spirit he once had as random obstacles would force him back, causing him to doubt his resolve each time. Always wondering if he really had what it took.
He took this to heart, wondering to himself as he sat at his desk pen and notes reviewing his script. Why his life had to take that route? The resounding answer was this he had gotten involved with people who weren't there to add to the mix; they saw others having a good time and wanted to be that. In his focused mind, he didn't see that, which lead him to lose track of numerous other things, which eroded the project, and in the end, it was a failure. At that moment, he vowed to himself not to let that happen on this 2nd go around.
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