When I first told my parents I wanted to be a writer, I was 4 years old.
To which they replied: "That's great, but please get a day job."
So I went to school in three different cities, aced my senior year chemistry final, defied Chinese stereotypes and went to design school instead, worked in a record store, graduated from design school, designed Flash websites like it was 2005 (it was 2006), became an account manager, and had a quarter life crisis.
At which point I thought: "This is a really unnecessary and painful way to become a writer."
So I stopped crying, quit my job, left Sydney, and came to San Francisco to be a copywriter.
Funny how life works out in the end — now I get to flex the sum of my design, UX and copy sides to solve problems. And yes, ma, this is my day job.
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