We work 14-hour days.  We haul equipment up six flights of stairs.  We argue with location owners to let us keep shooting.  We argue with each other and make up within a two-minute span.  We race around town for forgotten art.  We make pressured actors feel comfortable.  We make background actors feel worthwhile.  We have no sick days.  Our vacation time is usually unanimous or not at all.  We eat deli meat because it’s cheaper.  We are masters of the tight rope walk between artistic vision and compromise.

Every time I reach the end of a shoot week, I want to cry.  It’s something in between exhaustion and raw appreciation for the heroes that I work with.