I came back to this today. I haven't fed it anything for almost two months. This thing was my security blanket in China. It taught me how to write. Taught me how to love it.
As I look up on that long lineup of people waiting in line to go look at the pickled chairman I am thinking that maybe it's time to turn over a new leaf. I'm not living there anymore. My mind is there once in a while, but my body is sitting right here in this Canadian chair.
I plan on writing a long review on my time in China. In fact, it's already in the works. I was thinking of completing it, giving it a title, and calling it a book. I might do that. But another idea I have is releasing the chapters one at a time on here. I just might do that instead.
The main thing to remember, and it's something I didn't spend enough time thinking about, is that writing a review on my time in China is a really freaking hard thing to do.