So if you’ve read that story I’ve been shamelessly promoting, you’d know it just sounds depressing. Hopeful, I hope, but depressing. Or whiny. Either way, I showed my aunt before even setting it to be published, and she just judged me and asked if I was depressed, and to let it go. So yeah. I always wondered why I never liked people reading my writing. Now I know why, especially family.
But I hope whoever actually read it enjoyed it! I worked really hard on it, and I’ve cried at least three times editing it. But nope, that doesn’t matter to the Asian family with an artist living with them. Live and learn, man, live and learn!