Thursday, June 3, 2010
I got a comment about this blog from someone outside the industry. Just a casual reader who was directed here by a mutual friend. He said that the blog was interesting - but that I sound very angry. His take was that I feel that life (and the industry) hasn't been fair to me.
I don't think I'm angry. I'm honest. I'm blunt. It's a very tough business - make no mistake about it. Having said that, if I really didn't LOVE what I do - I'd be doing something else.
I get to be creative. I get to dream things up, see my vision become a reality - AND get paid for it. Sometimes, even in real money.
I get fan mail - at least 2 or 3 letters a week, saying how much people like my work. Do taxi drivers and barbers get fan mail? I think not.
People often tell me how my work warped and twisted their childhoods, making them the fine upstanding citizens they are today. I mean, what could be better than that?
But it is a tough biz. There are challenges all around. 90% of my projects fail - but the glorious 10% that succeeds makes it all worth while. The only problem is, I don't know which is the glorious 10%, so I have to wade through all the other stuff. But even that is worth it.
This morning as I walked through my house, I peeked into my dining room. It looks like Hannibal Lector's nursery: Little doll parts everywhere. Limbs dangle from the chandelier. Eyeless heads smile at me from the dinnerplates...
I have more fun than you do. Off to work!