What's going on?

Yesterday, while my daughter and I were walking back from school, we noticed a fire across the road. We crossed and saw a newspaper was on fire. We tried knocking on a few doors but no one answered. In the end, a lady in a unit saw us and came over with a bucket of water. She put it out, thank god. I thought that was it, right? I mean, how many times can you stumble on a random fire?

Well, we got home today. Everything was normal near the mailboxes. We get upstairs, I head out to the balcony to get the washing off the line and notice there's a fire right next to the mailboxes. Our mailboxes! Anyway, I fill a bucket up with water and run down. The crate that holds all the discarded junk mail has been melted to nothing by then. I splashed the water, slowly and carefully because I didn't want it to spread. Phew. I managed to put it out completely.

If I hadn't noticed when I did, I'm positive it would have engulfed all of the mailboxes before spreading even more. How scary is that? I don't like fire. It scares the hell out of me because it's so volatile, fast and unpredictable. Once it starts, it spreads too fast. Ahhhh. *taking a deep breath*

I don't want to see any more of these small fires around here. I have no idea how they're starting, either. I didn't see anyone light it. It's a damn mystery. Sometimes weird stuff just happens, I guess.

Okay. Now onto the progress. Yay. Today I officially got through the entire 392 pages of the novel I'm revising. It's still untitled. I've marked it all over the place, and am relieved to have made it. I didn't think I would at one stage. :/ Anyway, the only thing I have left to do by the end of today is to type in all the changes. Fingers crossed. Then I need a little distance from it before embarking on the final draft.

It's been a productive week. Hope you all have a wonderful weekend.