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Good. Hate to think I'm the only one drinking here. And I haven't figured out how to offer drinks over the interweb.
As for happies, it's mostly just that, in what I laughingly (and sometimes angrily, pettily, and bemusedly) refer to as my career as a rewrite monkey, I'm used to the bits I love the most being lost, cut, or altered until the point has been lost, and some things I reparsed, some I added completely of my own accord, are apparently staying intact. More than that, I've been getting calls and e-mails from points in Japan, Holland, and Alaska (which is big and distant enough it might as well count as international) from people who're apparently really happy with the new stuff. I've been given a thousand dollar retainer on a short piece, which isn't huge money, but... it's a thousand dollars to leave something alone for a few months and let someone else worry about it.
My head is very easily turned. I'm easily entertained and easily impressed, and very easily complimented. Phone messages that go on about scene X as 'why I keep trying to sleep with you' make me giddy. (Also, they make me ask 'Wuh? When?') So much better than being told it's too adult, too confusing, too gay, what have you. |
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