Well we are safe in Seattle, after another now-standard adventuresome journey. We’re not quite at the level of Mary Robinette’s travel woes, but in what should have been a simple three-hour drive, we encountered: epic freeway-closing road-construction traffic on our way out of town, a house fire, an accident on the other side of the freeway, a spin-out accident right before us on our side of the freeway (I called it in to 911), a grass fire on the side of the road (being fought by passers-by, who I’m afraid were only making it worse, as the fire department was arriving), and epic road-construction traffic in the last half-mile that made us 20 minutes late to Corry’s reading. (Fortunately, most everyone else had been stuck in that same traffic, so she started late and we didn’t miss much!) Oh and I almost forgot the fender-bender this evening, right by the bench we’d been sitting on not two minutes before (we were across the street by the time it happened).
There’s some element of chaos at work here. I’m rather in awe of it, and hope it stays at the frightening-but-safe distance it’s been at so far.
But the reading was great! And we bought the book so we can see what we missed.
And now we are Very Tired. Intrepid Writers go to sleep now.