Trump’s inauguration shook me, had me crying in fear, made me proud of all the people marching all around the world, and now it got me thinking-
i thought about how to stand for who i am and what i believe in, when a caricature sits in the oval office and the world looks like a cartoon. and i landed on the solution that i always come to. i’m going to write my way out. my writing is going to be my middle fingers to sexists, racists and homophobes, but more importantly, it has to be a vehicle of love and big-heartedness.
it’s kind of like my self-prescribed responsibility, to write stuff that matters.
“An actor’s only job is to enter the lives of people who are different from us, and let you feel what that feels like. ” (Meryl Streep at Golden Globes)
“Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.” (Percy Shelley)
“So bring on the rebels/ The ripples from pebbles/ The painters, and poets, and plays/ And here’s to the fools who dream…” (La La Land)
whether at my proudest moments or when i feel utterly completely untalented, i have always identified with what our society calls “artists”. it’s the group of people that writes, acts, draws, sings and dances, the group of people that could be super gauche and quiet, or erupting with enthusiasm and near-frenzy.
and i always believe in the power of a good movie, book, production or drawing, as much as i believe in the power of nutella and a good hug. it’s that little thing that hits the toggle switch inside you. it snatches your hand and leads you out of your corner. suddenly you are disoriented and uncomfortable, but you are also seeing wonderful things and ingesting experiences never known before. it knocks your socks off and mismatches them, blows you away and carries you to a sea of things that matter.
here are a few things i want to write when i grow up
- a story with Asian immigrant main characters
- a (possibly YA) contemporary novel with LGBTQ characters 🌈🌈. i am going to write it in both mandarin and english, and publish it in China, where the stigma still plagues the LGBTQ community.
- a historical fiction book about the Nanking Massacre. the Nanking Massacre is the “Asian Holocaust” that little people in western countries know about. i see the lack of awareness on this topic both in Asia and in North America.
- a book of interviews. the idea would be close to Humans of New York and Beyond Magenta. it will be people in our society who go unnoticed: proofreaders for publishing houses, taxi drivers, laundry ladies, theatre set designers…
so imma just leave this here! and see if it comes true when i unearth this post again in the future.