I actually prefer the struggling artist lifestyle. The fact that something of mine might sell, and that we're inching ever closer to something tangible scares the crap out of me.
My favorite times as a non-existent filmmaker is sleeping on the floors and second-hand couches of my friends in Los Angeles, going to test screenings, watching demo reels and discussing film. At the end of the month, we can only hope to scrounge up enough money to pay the interest on our credit cards, rent and utilities.
If there is some money left over, we might go watch a matinee.
I totally dig that, actually.