One foot in front of the other
Jun. 5th, 2014 02:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceMum should be going home today. She has some impairment on the left side, and she'll have to use a walker for a while at least (which will infuriate her: she is tiny but indomitable, my mother), but 'twas only a mild stroke. And she tried to get home yesterday, because Mum.
She's still 93, and 5000 miles away. But my sister's there, and my nephew and his partner have gone down to help out, and it's all as good as it could be.
Which puts me - well. Back at work, among other things. An odd thing happened today: it occurred to me that I may just have finished the last of the Quin stories. After, what, ten years or so? Maybe longer. I've been tolerably and unintentionally chronological about this: I used to write about his being sick and our nursing him. Then I wrote about his dying and the funeral and the wake. Now I've written a story about packing up the house and moving on. So, yeah: that might be it. Dunno. The other thing I'm doing at the moment, I'm checking proofs for Being Small, and that turned out to be a Quin story though I didn't know it at the start. Maybe that big all-encompassing novel is still out there in the world somewhere, waiting for me. Maybe I'll never be done with Quin.
(For those who haven't met the Quin stories yet, I'm not sure any of them is available online - but a selection will be included in Bitter Waters, the collection coming from Lethe Press later in the year.)
She's still 93, and 5000 miles away. But my sister's there, and my nephew and his partner have gone down to help out, and it's all as good as it could be.
Which puts me - well. Back at work, among other things. An odd thing happened today: it occurred to me that I may just have finished the last of the Quin stories. After, what, ten years or so? Maybe longer. I've been tolerably and unintentionally chronological about this: I used to write about his being sick and our nursing him. Then I wrote about his dying and the funeral and the wake. Now I've written a story about packing up the house and moving on. So, yeah: that might be it. Dunno. The other thing I'm doing at the moment, I'm checking proofs for Being Small, and that turned out to be a Quin story though I didn't know it at the start. Maybe that big all-encompassing novel is still out there in the world somewhere, waiting for me. Maybe I'll never be done with Quin.
(For those who haven't met the Quin stories yet, I'm not sure any of them is available online - but a selection will be included in Bitter Waters, the collection coming from Lethe Press later in the year.)