Let's hope so, because this post is abominably late; welcome to the 25th Melbourne Writer's Festival. 

It opened on Friday 27 August. It is currently 1:12am on Tuesday 31 August, and although I have attended at least 10 events over the last few days, I have one completed article to post on this beautiful, shiny new column henceforth. It makes my skin crawl, it really does. Most things that are baked are scrumptious; some things that aren't are delectable too. Things that are half-baked, like the articles for nine of the ten events I've attended thus far, are never so. 

The issue is, though, that this year's program is a journalist's dream come true. Attending four sessions a day and attempting to churn out a decent story about each is madness, but the part of any budding journalist's brain that appreciates opportunity refuses to restrict my focus to any one session a day, as logic would dictate. My notebook is full of transcriptions, and I still can't get enough. 

And so, I will share the sole baked goodie with you, and continue my rambling ways in a fashion one can only hope imparts some illustration as to what's happened thus far, in lieu of the completed features. I can't wait to get them all done and share them with you- some really interesting stuff has been happening at this year's festival. 

I've got three events lined up for tomorrow- big ones. Something tells me I'll have in excess of 20 articles to write by the time this is through...

Hello literary haven, goodbye social life.