I have always had a strange relationship with deadlines. Maybe because I am a procrastinator by nature. Especially in high school, I can remember instances where a due date for a term paper would be ever approaching on the calendar, but everything else in the world just seemed so fascinating. Sit down and write my paper? How could I possibly do that when my room is such a mess? Just look at the dust that has accumulated on those base boards! No, it’s not time to write, it’s time to clean. Almost anything would prove to be more interesting and important than the task at hand. Why write your paper when there is a riveting program on PBS about the manufacturing of drywall? Given the choice, I must say, gentle reader, there is no choice at all, it’s going to be drywall. Then there is the transition from procrastination to boredom. Once I would finally force myself to sit down, and write the term paper, there would be that all...
One man's journey to go from being an aspiring, to a real live, honest to goodness, filmmaker.