Almost two weeks ago, I posted a question on social media for Asian American writers: “What do you really, really wish was available to you that would help you as a person and writer?”
I’ve tried many possible forms—a memoir, a how-to book, and even fiction. But every iteration so far has felt hollow in its delivery.
I felt alienated from my existence in the world. I wanted to feel as though I was still in it.
This situation reflects your hopes and fears.
There’s a distinction between the years in which you are figuring out what it means to pursue writing professionally and the years when you actually start navigating it.
The moment I feel momentum in a project, all I want to do is regiment the number of words I will add in a day and stack them in a timeline until I know the exact day I will reach my goal. I want to know the future. And you probably know how that ends.
Perhaps third time's the charm.
At the beginning of 2021, I decided to leave social media, following some close intimates of mine and watching, of course, The Social Dilemma. A few of you have written me to ask how it’s been. I’ve been thinking about it too, as recently I’ve decided to
One image a day.
It’s about finding presence enough to be here.