Let me get this right. Born in western Scotland, struggled for years for somebody to read your stuff. Finally very happy. Begin getting truly creative. Do astonishing stuff, but whilst doing astonishing stuff get the creeping concrete of the chains of work-for-hire, which begin to chafe. In a tremendously ballsy move take off, start own company, make life changes, have kids, make a couple of top-notch movies and the necessary flop, and essentially build a mini-Empire about a bunch of ideas. Then you go dark, don’t chat with the fanboys, and all of a sudden sell your company. Now you are doing work-for-hire with wife as CEO.
You may be The World’s Most Dangerous Employee.
Congrats, Mark & Lucy! Send swag.