The film company called today. They love the new, revised draft of P45. They'd like a couple of tiny edits here and there over the weekend, if I don't mind - of course I don't - and then next week they start approaching directors. Holy fucking shit. This is really happening. I'm totally spaced out, I can't quite get my head round it all.
I was convinced they'd phone and say that the new draft didn't quite get there, or it was lacking something - or, worse, that it was "really, really good, but..." I was also convinced that they were going to then politely wave me off, and go and hire a proper writer to fix it. I must be a proper writer. Or maybe it's those blackmail photographs I have of them all.
Still spaced out. More news as it happens.