Sunday, 5 October 2008

As one door shuts...

... another door gets cranked open wider.

The Grim has lured another producer out of the woodwork.

So now there's two of them circling the script at a distance, like sharks around a baited hook.

I don't know if either of them will bite. So far they're just looking and nibbling on the chum.


Pressure's building. Eek!

I'd better get back to the keyboard.


What does it all mean? Not a lot. They could evaporate like mist in the morning sun.

But the fact that they are there is so cool! Are you all green yet? I am. Exhilarated and terrified. And a little seasick.

Look at those beauties; I love sharks, but they've got that whole primeval, gonna kill you predator thing going on. All muscular and sleek, can out swim you without even breaking a sweat, and with so many teeth. Makes me want to wet my knickers just thinking about them ... er, sorry, got side tracked there for a bit.

Back to the keyboard.

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