It’s that moment when you realize that you’ve written your heroes. And they’ve actually responded. But you were so stupefied that you didn’t know what came next. What if everything turned out better than you expected? What if all your beautiful plans grew wings and could fly off into the sun?

I drank beers with Noam Chomsky, invited Bill Nye to a party and got rejected, had Andy Weir ask me if I had any questions, Drew Barrymore ran towards me to snap a picture in front of Abe Lincoln.

But here’s the thing with celebrity sightings, they don’t mean much. People are people are people and you are a person. So long as you talk like one, move like one, make like one. You ain’t no alien in disguise. One of us crab people just scuttling side to side.

Stop flipping through other people’s stories and start telling your own. I swear it’s interesting or at least you’ll learn something. Follow the patterns back home. It’s the only good fight there ever is.