The War of Art is Steven Pressfield’s treatise against resistance – perhaps I should reread it. The scarcity of my indicates that I’m facing some pretty serious resistance. Here’s the deal: I have doubts about pursuing a career as film/tv actor. As I round the bend of my first year in Los Angeles I find that I’m not nearly so far along as I hoped. I expected to have an agent and to be going out on commercial auditions – I don’t and I’m not. To have set my sights on what I believed were realistic goals and still not reach them is doubly frustrating. I don’t post because I don’t want to admit my perceived inadequacy in a public sphere. That and I don’t feel qualified to proffer too much advice lest I become “the blind leading the nearsighted into blindness”. I’ll see what I can do to stem my surging cynicism and get back to you with something a little cheerier.
Some mantras to get me through this:
“And this too shall pass.”
“An acting career in LA is a marathon not a sprint.”
“It’s the journey not the destination.”
“What good is success without struggle?”
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