It’s evening in Belfast, and the first day of shooting is now in the can.
Feels strange. Exciting, but also… I don’t know, maybe I’m feeling a bit of empty nest syndrome. My kids have left home, and are making their own way in the world.
I’d wish good luck to everyone involved in the HBO production, but I recall that you never say that in the theatre. Maybe everyone concerned break several legs.
And me… well, a blank computer screen awaits. Still a lot of story to tell.
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