Once, I read a story of rainbow. It said that after rain done, a beautiful rainbow come. At the end of rainbow, there’s a pot of gold waiting for you. But it far away, and fast fading.  So you must quick. Though you must leave your cozy place you stay in right now and face a lot of obstacle. If you want it, chase it.

So that writing a story. I know, even my stories only go to my folder. Or if I have a courage to send them and sent back by publisher or magazine. I must keep writing.

Because that’s what a writer do. Writing.

But now, it’s so hard. Sitting in front of my computer, instead of writing a story, I’m blogwalking and browsing. (I just get connected 24 non stop to internet, so it’s kind overwhelming to me)

So I make this blog with one intention. Each day I have to make one visit to report my progress of writing.