Tomorrow I fly to New York for the Syrup movie.
They're about to start production; I get to hang out on set. On the 14th I am supposed to act: I have a cameo as an executive in a strip club scene.

This is all pretty insane. As
I mentioned, I've only just started to believe this film is happening.
Prior to now, my experience with Hollywood has been mostly getting promised things.
I learned to adopt an "I'll believe when I see it" attitude. Apparently I'm about to see it.

A part of me is occasionally paralyzed with fear as to how this thing will turn out.
I'm trying to keep that under control, and instead remember how I sat in my
1979 Toyota Corolla (street value: $200) and typed this novel out across a couple
hundred lunch breaks from my job as a sales rep. I was 23 years old. That guy
dreamed of this. He would be awe-struck that it's happening.
Not completely, because he was kind of arrogant, and expected nothing less
than greatness. But still. I'm taking that guy to New York with me.

P.S. I will tweet what I can.