
So another thing I love about my Group A, Monday night writers group...
When we finish our sessions, I walk past Carnegie Hall to get to the subway. And because of the time it is, more often than not, a show's letting out. The sidewalk is buzzing, mostly with young kids all dressed up in their fancy dresses and bow ties, giddily snapping loads of photos out in front.
And all I can think of is that old joke.
"How do you get to Carnegie Hall?
Practice, practice, practice."
And I feel good about the hours I've just spent taking apart the script and bouncing ideas around with some pretty cool, very generous women.
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