First of all, some background.
It is safe to say that some, if not all, friends of mine are already knew about one of my dreams, one of my desires to have a book published under my name. You would know already, had I somehow manages to published one as (1) I would never stop in boasting about it, and (2) I would vigorously and consistently influencing you until you have no other options but to notice. But as these two things has never happened, the dream is still remain as it is. Dream.
But I tried. Believe me I tried. I came up with some vague ideas, spent awhile pondering it, wrote few chapters, but alas, though I’m not proud of it, I had to admit that I just can’t sit through and finish what I had started. My biggest problem, probably the only one prominent reason I hadn’t able to see my writing to completion is that because (1) I’m not comfortable enough or perhaps not confident enough to write in third-person. Tried and tired as I might, I couldn’t run from this circle of “me-myself-and-mine” and it led to (2) My main protagonist is always a spitting image of myself. Cool, confident, smart with a bit of snideness on the edge, anti-social, and most of all, anti-popular. Well, you know, just like me 
Even if I changed my main protagonist from male to female, the resemblance to me in a real life is still quite palpable. And I don’t like that.
Arguably, some had said that this is common problems to most first-time writer, or noveller if you’d like. I beg to differ. This is the first barrier that separates between a true talented writer and a one-shot fame pretenders. For instance, Stephen King’s first novel, “Carrie” is about a girl who has had her first period. The last time I checked Wikipedia, Stephen King is still a husband and a father of three so I made a liberty to assume that he never ever had a period. Yet, he could write about it, and excels in it. Now, the problem with most one-shot fame pretenders, in my opinion, they’re generally re-wrote their own experienced story, adding some popular references, and seasoned with dramatic effects. I don’t want to point a finger here, but just check your local bookstore and see how many of our local writers who has had her second or third book published. If you can’t, then I’d wager that the said writer wrote her first novel based on her own story. And yes, I actually use the word “her”
Naturally, I’d like to pretend that somehow, God hath given me a talent to weave words into tales and not merely recounted my past events and told the whole world about it. Added to that, I’d like to keep much, heck, all of my interesting ups and downs that I had in life just for myself (and my wife, obviously), thank you very much.
Still, my urge to write is still very much kicking and alive and I have been compensated by “blogging” If “blogging” could be qualified as “writing” that is.
Eventually, it comes to my attention that “If I couldn’t write fictions, why can’t I write non-fictions? Something I’m interested at. Something I’m at least could be deemed better than most people?” Well, I could, but as things goes, it also has problems. I’m not good enough at that “something” to be called “expert” Better than most? Sure. Expert? No. But then, as I grew older and perhaps wiser, I thought that “Well, I don’t need to get paid to do it. I only wanted to share. Based on my experiences, my ‘expertise’ however minuscule that ‘expertise’ is, and my knowledge as limited as it was. Who knows, I might get something in return. Recognition, perhaps, if I’m good enough. If anything, it would add some color in my future résumé” So, with that thought, I decided to dedicate a whole category to this … well … for lack of better words, “programming journey” Beginning with Struts 2, a Web-Framework built in Java, I would write something “interesting” – highly relative – regularly related to my ups and downs with this framework. Randomly, if I may add, for you know, during the course of our – my – programming life, it is rather less likely to have problems that could be divisible into progressively forward chapters.