Yes, I'm grateful, there is abundance...and other weird cosmic things.
It seemed as though the minute I accepted the fact that I DO want to be a full-time creative writer, the universe took that on. Good old universe.
Or, to put it another more worldy way - misquoting Wendy Cope from Serious Concerns - a favourite anthology:
Bloody Film Directors
Bloody film directors are like bloody buses
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.
(By the way, none of the aforementioned film directors are in the slightest bit bloody, either literally or metaphorically!)
SO a week or so ago, my script Filth was produced. The director is coming down next week to show me the rushes and discuss future projects.
AND I received a mail out of the blue from a director in NYC asking to option Caught In The Act. He has also asked me to write a script for him from one of his ideas
AND I received another mail out of the blue from a young film maker wanting to make The Other Side of Silence
AND a good film-making friend of mine wants us to create a film for next year's Raindance Festival.
by Henry J Cowdery |
Mine.
Spinning.
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