<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Personal Essay on William Yang</title><link>https://willyang.netlify.app/tags/personal-essay/</link><description>Recent content in Personal Essay on William Yang</description><generator>Hugo -- 0.149.1</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2021 16:45:00 -0700</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://willyang.netlify.app/tags/personal-essay/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Why I Write</title><link>https://willyang.netlify.app/blog/why-i-write/</link><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2021 16:45:00 -0700</pubDate><guid>https://willyang.netlify.app/blog/why-i-write/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I thought for a while about how to ceremoniously begin a new blog that would immediately grab the attention of unsuspecting readers in a quirky fashion. But alas, I don’t do clickbait.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In other words, I realized I never write for others, which must sound rather peculiar? After all, a writer’s work is rooted in the art of communication. Whether that be a story, idea, rant, poem, or some other literary form, the audience is always a writer’s target. The reader’s supposed to empathize with a character’s sacrifices, to be moved by the Little Prince’s commitment to his rose, and to be utterly revolted by Voldemort’s lack of basic facial features.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>