Noises

This morning I arrived to my office to find that the fire alarm was being tested. This wasn't your average 'spurt' of the alarm before silence resumed. This was a prolonged outburst, lasting no less than 10 whole minutes. I tried blocking my ears, but this failed to block out the noise. So, in a desperate attempt to escape the infernal racket I went over the road and bought a coffee.

Some of you may know that I very rarely drink coffee now, and prefer to stick to the wonderful antioxidantness of tea. So, in short, I blame my work for any ill health which I happen to suffer over the next few weeks, and if time off is required, I expect this to not be held against me in the slightest.

With regards to yesterday's post, I find that it is relatively easy to write at will, so please don't feel that the quality of my blog will be too compromised by the frequency of blogging.

I'm going to meet Tim Winton tonight. I'm tempted to pass him some of my own incredibly prolific writing. Ha. I imagine he'd be very polite and say 'why thanks! I'll be sure to read this!' and then use it as toilet paper.

So, instead, I will go along, get my books signed, and leave with my credibility as a writer in tact.