A while ago, a dear friend, whose vocation is cat herding famous people, asked me if I had any ideas for a TV show starring a certain Australian TV Icon.
I lied and said I did, which I didn’t. But as I sat outside the local primary school waiting for my son to dawdle down the road and I scribbled a few ideas in my datebook. I typed them up when I got home and sent them off to said Cat Herder. I expected nothing.
Low and behold, it passed the first test with the icon. She could see it happening. I expected nothing.
Cue a lunch with Icon and Cat Herder and some great ideas and brilliance over fine fare. A rewrite of the idea and I send it off again. And still I expected nothing.
Phone conference with a brilliant and current ingenue of writing in Australian TV. Yet, still no expectations.
Then silence. Lucky I had no expectations, huh?
Meanwhile, months later, I never think about it until last week when it’s all go, I am informed. They ask, “Can you come to Sydney?”
I have back to back meetings tomorrow and a fear of non elasticised pants. (Zips scare me, l wonder if I have become Amish or just incredibly doughy and lazy.)
And guess what?
I have still have no expectations.