
The rest of the day was spent in the quiet, creative confines of the WriteGirl office. The view from my "desk," including a glimpse of Executive Director Keren Taylor hard at work --

If anyone knows any affluent people who are interested in changing the world, send them to WriteGirl! We're already transforming girls' lives - we just need sustained financial support to continue doing it. And it's all tax-deductible!
Evening was spent at a mixer for writers in Hollywood, rubbing elbows and talking about scripts. No sarcasm here - you already know how much I love meeting other writers. It was a truly wonderful night.
I connected with a few old friends, and ran into this crowd of people I'd just seen the night before!

They're stalking me, clearly.
By the time I got home, I was exhausted, so no writing happened. Ack, not good. Promise to carve out time in the morning...
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