Well, you’ll never guess what? I got a phone call today from David who used to be my agent. He says that the script for The Corn Mother has sold. It’s going into production later this year.
Blimey. I never thought that would happen. I’d not forgotten about it but I’d filed it away, under a heading of alternative lives. I’d been getting on with day-to-day life, being a good lad, coming to work, writing all this throwaway stuff for the paper and paying the bills. Mary had the baby, a bonny young lad we called Patrick and she’s expecting again.
We got a council flat after Patrick arrived and we’ve set up home. Life’s not too bad really.
I’m not sure how much I’ll have to do with the production. From what David was saying I can just step back and wait for the cheque to arrive.
