The Death of a Business

I spent the whole Sunday emailing all the contacts from the stack of name cards. I discovered that 1 in 10 emails bounced. It means that their businesses no longer exist. How transient business can be. Here today, gone tomorrow.

Anthony Yeo, the father of counselling passed away. He's in his 60s. He's a good man.

The whole of last week, I didn't had any new customers. Starts to make me panic. As usual, I continue to sms some prospects every morning. I send email to people. Maybe out of every 100 contacts, one might respond.

In business, one has to sell unceasingly. If you don't like to sell, business is not for you. Then it is better to work for someone else.

Father's Day

I wake up on Father's Day to a surprise. My daughter gave me a Father's Day card. My wife gave me a headphone and a pen. Just what I need. Coming from a traditional Family, I never believe in cards and presents. But my wife do. I'm touched to be called 'Daddy' and to know they love me.

Now I am working at home and spend most of my time on my computer while they do their thing. I enjoy the process of research and writing and I felt happy and fulfilled when my customers are happy with my work.

Being a writer is what I always want cos I love to write. Writing for a living means I have to learn to market my service. I have to learn how to sell. I have not market my service so I am pleasantly surprise when people found my website and order from me.

I pray God will teach me how to market my service so that I can earn enough from writing to support my family. This month's a school holiday and my wife wants me to bring the children for a holiday vacation to Malaysia. Sometimes my children want me to buy them their favourite soya bean ice cream or drink. I had to say no cos Dad's don't have that much money that these pleasure. "What a poor dad!", they must be thinking.