This does not bode well for my survival in an actual fire.
Anyway, we're back inside, after a rather chilly ten minutes on the sidewalk across the street, watching fire trucks pull up and then pull away again. I don't know what was on fire. They'll probably never tell us. It's gonna bug me, though. Especially after seeing the Chartwell's cafeteria staff booking it at full speed across the street ahead of the rest of the crowd, which was just sort've drifting.
On the subject of Riverwend, I am now well over eighty thousand words, and still climbing. *grumble* This would be why none of you good people who volunteered have seen a conspicuously thick package of paper appear on your doorstep. I am annoyed with this. Mainly because I now have nineteen chapters out of thirty-seven (yes, it's thirty-SEVEN, now) that are all outline and, as yet, no content. Grr.
Anyway, I'll let you know... o.O