There are some big things on the horizon. Like, big things. Huge whoppers (Mmmm, huge Whoppers) of things.
The first thing I should tell you is that I’m (hopefully) going to view a flat in Essex. If it works out and if I can get everything sorted, I will be moving at the end of next month (again *touch wood*).
And the second thing I should tell you… and brace yourself dudes and dudettes…
I’m meeting an agent for lunch.
We’re going to discuss plans to turn this blog into a book.
I am SHITTING myself, you guys. I fear that I’ve totally jinxed it by putting it out there, but I can not stay quiet anymore.
I’m nervous. Anxious. Trembling.
And I’m having a very spread-out panic attack.
Last night, I sat in bed, feeling absolutely horrid. I could actually feel the little niggles in my brain. It’s like a part of my life is about to end and something new is about to begin, and although I’m looking forward to it, I’m terrified that it still won’t happen.
I feel so unworthy.
I’m scared of losing home.
But if this happens…. if all goes well….