I have been under the sea with work, so haven't had much time to write, or do much else. Buying movies and meeting with producers and agents can be lot of fun, some of them are even decent people. But I have too many meetings scheduled sometimes and get mixed up. So I was in Mr. "I cheat on my wife but you'd never know it" today, though I was supposed to be in a meeting with an executive who wears high heels and hangs his hosiery on his baloney ledge. Nonetheless, the conversation could've been the same.
"We got big big big big movies, sure to win Oscars and make billions. Think Titanic meets Cloverfield!"
So, by the time I got home, OH, forgot to mention, someone rammed into my car, then took off, I was spent. Of course the Things don't know what kind of day I had because they are all about fun and joy and "oh mommy, I saw the prettiest hummingbird today outside, plus butterflies, snails and faeries! But the bird never flew away. Do you think there is something wrong with it? Please come look, please! It might be dead! Oh no!"
"Well it can't be dead if its humming. Say, why don't you draw me a picture of the bird while I return some calls."
And I handed her some post-its.
"Wow! Cool. Thanks, mom!"
You would have thought I gave her a pack of matches given her exuberance; she was practically exploding with excitement. And of course, that is precisely what I did.
She runs out of the room to show Thing Two; they are just beside themselves. Giddy, screaming.
Then I smell the sulfur. Once again, I took an action without wearing my glasses.