Two Thousand Eleven

It is January 1, 2011 today.  The year I will turn forty when I should be able to identify myself as a "writer".  As so, my new year resolution will be "write every day" which has not been easy for me somehow.  For the past decade, I have been repeatedly telling myself to become a writer by the age of forty; as in Wallace D. Wattles' theory of thoguhts creating things, I am now natually writing, as if a timing-device were set in, to seek for a new, exciting development of my life.