Boy Genius
Banned
I got an email today from one of my publishers via a film company. They want me to attend a private screening of a movie which may or may not be partially based on one of my books. And they may or may not want me to work with them on the publicity for the movie.
It's like a tunnel into a previous life I led. Whatever happens, it feels good to know I'm me. Earlier this week I went to try to get a loan from my bank so I could finish my PhD and it was like NO. I expect that kind of thing. Story of my life. The tides ebb and flood, but I never satisfy the requirements of banks, because I can't give any assurances, at all, ever.
This screening, on Tuesday, whatever the outcome (and the film looks brilliant!) isn't the point. The point is that someone kinda recognises who I am, and what I do, and have done, and can do still. That my identity hasn't been totally lost in the three years in which I've sold everything I have to complete what I have to enable kids on the spectrum to be accepted as they are is all I can ask for.
Wotevva. It's good to get 'myself' back, for a night. Let's hope they can cope with my rubbish Primark clothes
This may or may not be total bullshit.