Don't Ask Permission

A lot of people are trying to “break in” to the movie/TV/music industry. Or, they gripe about how for this or that reason (gay/straight/old/young/female/no-college/too-much-college/black/white/asian/etc) they’re being segregated against. Here are two simple facts to keep in mind: everyone in Hollywood is always looking for the best new thing; everyone wants to be a part of something that’s successful.

The people with the purse strings are, first and foremost, business men/women. They don’t care about any attribute you may have, except for one, can you make something good. And they determine quality solely on the basis of salability. Will what you make sell?

Through amazing groups like Film Independent I’ve met famous people. I’ve met producers. I didn’t ask for their phone number/email/whatever because they wouldn’t give me it to me and I’d just look stupid for asking. I’ve yet to make something that shows up on their radar. 

The sweet irony is that by the time ALGORITHM comes out, I won’t need them anymore. I’ll have made a different model that doesn’t include them.

And that’s really what this post is about. If you’re not succeeding in this industry, here are two possible reasons: 

1) What you’re making isn’t good enough. Be realistic. If you can’t, make friends with someone who can and has the courage to tell you the truth. Knowing this will save you a lot of time by showing you where you need to direct your energy. Rather than wasting time and money trying to get noticed, spend it getting better.

2) You keep asking for permission to do something that you haven’t given any evidence that you can do. This is the key. Stop asking for permission. Technology has democratized creativity. There is now, no real legitimate reason why you’re not living your dream, or at least working toward making it a reality.

3) You lack the courage required to see your vision to completion. I write for a living and yet I don’t have any words to express how scary it is to actually risk everything. I cry, a lot. I don’t sleep well, sometimes. I have to go to my friends who are struggling with me to encourage me to continue. 

But, I don’t stop. I don’t quit. It wouldn’t make any difference if I did. I don’t have anywhere else to go. I have no Plan B. 

And, I don’t ask for permission. They have no right to tell me I can’t live my dream. 

Only I can do that.