Why call yourself a writer if you don’t write? Just so it sounds good?
Okay. So what job shall I take when I’m back in China to keep me aloft?
If your parents can support you back home, I’d say don’t unless it’s a writing gig.
Here is the thing, if you can prove to yourself that you’re an “Extraordinary Alien,” you can apply for green card right away. That is, if you really prove yourself.
I woke up with a headache and a tight neck this morning.
I dined at a Chinese director’s house yesterday. Our conversation couldn’t be more realistic. It couldn’t be more scary. Because she was telling the truth before I was 100% ready.
Just how bad do I want to be a writer before I’m anything else?
You have to be kinda crazy to be a writer. I’m a director and I still get to talk to people. You writers live in your head. It can be quite dangerous.
Every word, cut to the chase. Every syllable, a sucker punch.
I’ve seen so, so, so many friends who are wannabe-aspiring writers for decades. Years later they’re still talking about the same story they told me eons ago.
Shit. I’m gonna be that soon, if not already…
Sure you can earn buckets of money back home. But really ask yourself what you want.
Money is tangible, but it’s endless.
Happiness is invisible, but you can feel it.
Do yourself a favor. Don’t call yourself a writer if you don’t write every single day. It’s a verb before it’s a noun.
You’re fooling no one but yourself.