Chandri MacLeod (chandri) wrote,
Chandri MacLeod

And then I got my heart beating again...

...I had just started my break, and written four really, really good paragraphs of Riverwend, when suddenly the fire alarm went off. As I saw my co-workers scrambling to put on their coats and snatching up their purses on their way to the door, and heard the metal window being pulled shut at the front counter, what was my first thought? OMG, I have to back this up, those are four really good paragraphs, where the fuck is my jump drive?

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
Tags: job, life, my people, riverwend, standalone writing

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