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You hope to do something remarkable. It is like writing.

The key to a good article, most of the times, lies in the greatness of the opening lines. The introductory paragraph. That thought which invites readers in.

If you get it right, your welcoming lines, then you have locked it.

This entry is my first one for the New Year. I hope to be active this year than the previous years. I somehow feel as if I ignored the other side of me: being a writer.

Lately when people associate me with writing, I feel fake. I feel it is not me they are talking about. It is the old me.

I am actually right. Back in the days, in my heydays, writing was something I could do on a daily basis. These days, it is just writing text messages that I do on a daily basis and that is such an inglorious spot to be in.

But this year, 2019, my hope is to write more. And, think more. And, invite you as well to think more. I only pray I can achieve it.

I think it is achievable, mostly because I have been given a physical column space in The Daily Times.

I am not sure yet if I will be feeding my two beasts (this blog and the column) two different foods. I just know my writing will get some sort of peak.

My first entry in the column was published on Friday, 11 December. You can read it here.

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