Better than any mood altering medication is a glowing New York Times daily review for any one of my clients. And today that would come from critic Dwight Garner for Temple Grandin’s Animals Make Us Human. A rave. I would link it here, but I need someone to teach me how to link.  It’s amazing how when the review hits the stands the phone starts ringing. Producers want to know if film rights are available (sorry, no, soon to be an HBO film starring Clare Daines), scouts call to see if foreign rights are available, foreign publishers call, etc. This is the fun part. The a lot of fun part.

A few nights ago, I was able to see Temple talk to a class of 50 or so students from New York’s top science high schools like Bronx Science. They weren’t sure what to make of her at first, the somewhat flat voice, the Western garb she famously wears. She started by telling them what kids used to call her in high school: robot, rewind, retard. She ended by telling them about finding mentors, and the importance of perserverance.

People often refer to these moments as why they got into the business in the first place. Make no mistake: I got into the business because I needed structure and health benefits. But I’m glad I got to stay. It was beyond rewarding to see those beautiful science kids with their arms in the air.

Later, taking Temple back to the hotel, she asked after my dog. I said everything was great with her, but I had one question. The dog (a girl) humps me from time to time. Only me, not my husband, not my daughter. Why only me? Temple smiled widely, “She think she owns you.” I guess that would make me her bitch.

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