I often feel as if I’m writing not for a particular audience but for a better version of myself—a version that can’t be dismissive or judgmental, a version that understands that in order to write the kind of fiction I strive to write, it’s essential to feel compassion for even the least sympathetic people. And if there’s one quality that links all of the writers who have been the most important to me, it’s the emotional generosity with which they treat all of their characters.— Molly Antopol
A quick note about the photo:
I was fortunate enough to sight see Beijing, China for a few days during my summer break, days before I flew back to Stanford last September. Personally it wasn’t the most pleasant trip I’ve taken, but it only strengthened the fact that I need to undergo more maturity and then return there for a second, third and more times. One of my fondest memories from this trip though, was definitely this quaint shop I spotted in one of Beijing’s many famous small alleys or hutong.
Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure they’re a franchise and rather commercial because I spotted another one as I walked further down the alley but even so, this doesn’t make the shop and its concept any less quaint. They carry a wonderful selection of postcards on contemporary and vintage China. Of course I had to send some and I did, to people I know would appreciate them – one to Eldest Bro at home, and the other to my longtime pen pal-friend A (who occasionally drops by this blog!). To me, this little shop embodies my love and appreciation for written words; I thought the above quote complemented the photo just right. That emotional generosity transcends not just between writers, but also between receivers of my written words.
Thank you for your tender care with them, and for giving me a reason to keep writing.