I had just got home from a book review event. Even though the book's subject, love and romance, is not my cup of tea, it was a fun and interesting event, especially since I got the door prize. I also made a couple of new friends there.

The event, however, slapped me in the face. It reminded me of a long-standing resolution that I would at least write one coherent book in my life time. Yeah... I could already hear Jamie Cullum singing, "resolutions... baby, they come and go!"

I'd made excuses, of course, that I actually had started it.

I've had bunch of notes of things I'd like to include in that story. I've even planned out the chapters, created characters cards, and so on, as advised by some fiction and creative writing sites and books. I've written the characters's back stories. I've even built (on paper) a fictional city with its own underground sewerage system.

I already had the first chapter and the epilogue. Since I love rain and symmetry, it will start with a massive rain that blurs one's vision —inspired by a proverb, "anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain."— and ended with another rain, equally blurring. Still, after all these years, I've failed to fulfil my own resolution.

Once asked about how to write a novel, the young writer hit the nail on the head, "Do it! Instead of just thinking of doing it." Though, I think, what I need more is a constant reminder to "finish what you've started, Noel!" Maybe a nice big plackard covering my wall with the note in neon letters on it.

If only I could see the finish line....