Don't know where else this can go, but I just found out a brilliant, quixotic, gifted writer I've known for years has had a serious stroke--as in, give up the car, can't fully see out of one eye, can't process certain kinds of info--which may mean her last couple of brilliant, wonderful projects may not get done.
Carpe diem, folks...none of us knows.
I'm just so sad, for that loss to her of the parts of herself she valued, and did so much with, and for the painstaking work she's done to get herself as far as she has since May, when it happened, and....yeah.
We've said we'll be in touch weekly, going forward, and I treasure her friendship, so am glad for that, but just, still, so sad.
Glad she's alive and making progress and all that, don't mean to minimize those things, but...the losses...in so many different ways, have got to be so hard.
M.