Timing is everything.
If you cast your mind back, you'll recall I was commissioned by the formidable Paul Brett to write a feature film. Because I am wired wrong, I jumped into it headfirst and, working hand-in-hand with the director (who unearthed the story) had a draft that impressed the EP, the producer, the director and (most importantly) me...7 months ahead of schedule. SEVEN. The only catch is that I delivered it last week. As in...JUST before the entire planet SHUT THE %$#& DOWN . Allegedly pre-production would start in a couple of months, but it gets complicated since the part of India where this would shoot has one month out of the year where it is not a) eleventy zillion degrees, b) raining sideways bullets, or c) both. Grr.