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Whenever I　ｗａｎｔ　ｔｏ　ｄｏ　ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ，　ｍｙ　ｍｉｎｄ　ｗｅｎｔ　ｂｌａｎｋ．　　That is weird. It is worst when I want to write something. When I was in a bath, or in the bed, I felt I could create great plots for stories, I could think argue with myself on certain topic. It all seemed worth some salt at the time. But when I sat down in front a blank paper, or a computer, all the fleeing thought! I think those thought may not really worth any salt after all...

But I am stubborn. They must be worth something! The problem is how to catch up with them. How to trap them. Then release them into visible signs. Even if they were not that valuable, I could fix them, abandon them, then admitted to the result. Rather than keep wondering what is there, or could be there.