Writing one’s own bio is a subjective nightmare. You have to sound confident, but not too confident, you know, lest you come across as a self-important smarty-pants. And your parents and teachers spent the first half of your life teaching you that is w-r-o-n-g. So instead you “play it safe” and search the net for someone else’s bio that sort of sounds like it fits and copy and paste that baby in. Because, hey, if it worked for that guy, it probably works for you too.
Well then, it all started when I was five years old and I picked up my first Kodak camera. It was instantaneous. A sudden tingle of electricity excited my fingertips and traveled up my spine to spark my mind in a way I had hitherto never experienced. And I knew from that moment on, that I was destined to be a film-maker…
Jokes! What a lark. What actually happened when I five was I had a mermaid barbie and was enthralled you could take her tail off and see her butt.
I first started film-making way into adulthood, because, well, I had to get over a whole lot of insecurity issues first. And who would have thought those mother-fluffers persist post thirty. After some unsuccessful attempts to con my way onto a film set as a photographer, I was finally deigned access by agreeing to act. And from the flood-lit fore-lens position it looked a dash chaotic perhaps, but manageable. So I decided I’d give my own first short film a go.
It was a disaster. And none of you will ever see it. Ever. I will take that thing to my grave.
So I took a break for some three odd years to recover. But recover I did and here I am. Back in the proverbial saddle. With another, considerably better, short film already in post production and half a million “mostly finished” scripts ready to be transformed into on-screen reality.
Roused and motivated to reach out regarding your own project? No, don’t worry I didn’t think so, but honestly, you might as well. I’m one of those can-doers. Whatever the problem is, we’ll figure out a way to make it work. And trust me, there’s always a way.