Beach, gestures, writering...

Had a good, relaxing time in Malibu, beach walks, hot tub & pool, and talking/just being with my mom (also, having delicious healthy food cooked for me, such a luxury); then a lovely afternoon, evening, and morning visiting a friend in her new Culver City digs and talking a lot about writing and story in various forms. She cooked me a yummy dinner and we watched Red Riding Hood and while, yes, it fails--particularly in the matter of casting, egregious casting--it had some redeeming qualities, we thought, chiefly its art direction and in that it tried to do some weird, different things (it missed and fell on its face, but it tried, and the intentions and gestures of that effort were interesting).

Very tired and rather full of sad, for various reasons, on return. But all is well.

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There are only nine more days of the Clarion West Write-a-thon, only nine more days to sponsor me or some other lovely writer. (Also, eek there are only nine more days for me to finish this draft!)