pouff.... another Porsche disappears from the driveway

There's nothing quite like sitting on a big licensing contract. The deal's done, the royalties are waiting to come in and everyone's looking forward to spending the money. The Porsche is on the driveway, the mortgage is paid off. Expensive holidays and a life of luxury are tantalisingly within reach. And then, pouff, with a phone call, the mirage turns into sand and 2 years of hard graft and nose-to-grindstone, hand-to-mouth existence reappear on the horizon, the Porsche turns into black plastic bin liners heaped on the driveway and the mortgage weighs heavily on your shoulders again.