It's quite odd, really, how things right now are so bittersweet.
A week ago today, Hannah died. Only a few hours after, I got the editor list and final draft notes from my agent. Bittersweet.
Today, a week after Hannah left us, my agent will begin pitching my novel to editors. Bittersweet.
But I suppose a lot of things will be that way. At least, until we finally move out of this damned apartment. She's everywhere. On my bed, in the closet, on the back of the sofa, scratching at the bathroom door. Moving Days are tentatively August 14 and 15, which is one month from now. So much to do, so little time.
I'm someone who doesn't handle big changes well, at first. All of these crazy things happening at once (Hannah, my book, moving, changing jobs) is driving me nuts. Adding on the stress. Making me freak out.
Chocolate. Need chocolate....