Day 82: I saw George Clooney. I really did! I went to a special screening of the Ides of March and he walked right past me. So much smaller—both shorter and thinner—in person but still charmed the pants off the audience despite being seemingly quite nervous.

Day 83: I met with the producer who loved my screenplay and she told me to start looking for an agent. (This is the reason that I haven’t been blogging. My life has suddenly turned upside down but if there has to be a reason for my lack of blogging, that’s a pretty great excuse, right?!

The picture above was of my feet just before I walked out the door to go to the meeting. I couldn’t believe where my feet were about to take me, to one of the biggest movie studios in all of Hollywood. My car turned the corner. I saw the big studio gates and I started crying uncontrollably. Mascara everywhere. I had to drive down the block to compose myself.

I’ve never felt so blessed in all my life. I remembered writing in my journal as a little girl, all of the high school essays, all of the college short stories, the first novel that no one wanted to publish and suddenly every single moment of my life seemed to be building up to that very moment, the exact minute when a gal from Indiana met her destiny in Hollywood, California. Towanda.)

Day 84: My husband and I saw a movie (Le Havre) in the middle of the day. It kind of felt like being a teenager again, with so much time to spare that we could kill a few hours of the weekend in the cinema. It was nice.

Day 85: We saw another matinee because we liked it so much the first time. (Martha Marcy May Marlene)

Day 86: Kids trick-or-treating around my office. Hands down it is the best workday of the whole year.

Day 87: I went to bed at 8:30. It’s a guilty pleasure.

Day 88: My mentor and I had a chat about life, writing, and our families. I love conversations like that.

Day 89: I spent my lunch break meandering through a scrapbook store. Scrapbooking makes me happy and I haven’t had time to do it the past few years. I bought supplies. I have stacks of photos waiting. I’m going to start up that hobby again, and I’m going to make time for it instead of squeezing it out of my life to have time for more work.

Day 90: I finished what I started and am 90 joys happier because of it. And what a 90 days it’s been!