If you’d asked me a year ago if I’d be hitting up everyone I know and a lot of people I don’t know to back a film I’m making, I would’ve said: “That’s crazy,” or, “That’s not me,” or, “Don’t you know I’m a thin-skinned introvert? I couldn’t even sell Gem Cleaner for marching band when I was a high school student.”
But now I’m doing exactly that, and it’s going bizarrely well.
Every day I wake up thinking, “it’s all about to die and we won’t get another penny, and there won’t be a movie.” All the evidence is against that feeling, but I grew up in a house where my dad was always writing books and plays, my mom was writing books, and I was playing the trombone.
We worked, and worked, and worked, and still, rejections outnumbered the successes. But if you need to write, or take pictures, paint, play the trombone, whatever, you keep doing it, and you keep asking for support.
People have been wonderful. I don’t use words like wonderful easily or lightly, but it’s the only one that fits. We’ve raised $6,525 in two weeks. That means we have to raise $5,975 in the remaining three weeks, or we get ZERO $.
Mathematically it seems like everything’s great. But I’ve watched a lot of Bergman films. Optimism might not be my best thing.
If you’re still on the fence, please get off. I don’t want you to get splinters in your butt. The best way to avoid splinters in your butt is by clicking on the link and pledging your support to our film.
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