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Stop Looking At Memes About Art & Actually Make Art: Advice From Writer Shannon Liao

Annie Cosby
août 22, 2025 | 3 lire la lecture

Most of us are surrounded by screens all day. To get your writing done, take writer Shannon Liao's advice and unplug.

We recently ran a promotion for Ernest Hemingway's birthday, and we're excited to introduce the winner!

Video games journalist and editor Shannon Liao received her Hemingwrite absolutely free. And with the amount of writing she does, she needs it!

Not only does she work professionally as a write and editor, she also does freelance writing and works on her novel in her spare time.

We sat down to chat about her writing process and why Freewrite devices help her get all the writing done.

ANNIE COSBY: What do you write?

SHANNON LIAO: I'm a video games journalist and editor by day, aspiring novelist by night.

Some of my favorite writers include Min Jin Lee, Liu Cixin, Ken Liu, and F. Scott Fitzgerald. The novel I’m working on follows this sort of literary tradition.

AC: That's so cool. And you do such different types of writing. Is your writing process static and strict, or different with every kind of piece?

SL: My writing process involves temporarily surrendering any higher expectations for what the piece should be, or what quality it should reach, and then bluntly working towards a first draft.

Then, I polish the draft repeatedly until it reaches a more presentable state.

Sometimes, if I’m stuck, I try to tackle the story from different moments, until it’s closer to what I envisioned.

My writing process involves temporarily surrendering any higher expectations for what the piece should be, or what quality it should reach, and then bluntly working towards a first draft.

AC: Where do you like to write?

SL: I used to go to a local NYC cafe every weekend with a Freewrite Traveler and the barista/aspiring poet would stop by to ask how my work was going.

Now, I take Hemingwrite to an NYC library, and people slow down their leisurely strolls to catch a look at this almost-typewriter from another era. It seems to capture their imagination.

AC: That's so awesome. So what attracted you to Freewrite devices?

SL: In this digital age, I’m surrounded by screens, and my work requires them, so it’s hard to unplug.

When you’re surrounded by distractions, it’s so easy to put off writing, to say you just need to research one more thing, or look up a good self-motivating meme about making art, instead of just doing the work.

With a Freewrite device, there’s no surfing the web, and therefore, there are no cheap excuses.

With a Freewrite device, there’s no surfing the web, and therefore, there are no cheap excuses.

AC: Where can people find your work?

SL:  My favorite thing I've written so far, is my Washington Post report on Diablo 4 and the labor conditions that it was made under. We were able to commission custom art for it, and it was the culmination of months of investigative reporting.

On the fiction side of things, I wrote a short story for The Verge about a burgeoning young romance aided by technology.

AC: And where can people follow you?

SL:  My monthly newsletter at shannonliao.substack.com gives updates on my latest work.

My Bluesky handle is shannonliao.bsky.social and my Twitter handle is Shannon_Liao. On Instagram, I’m @shannon.liao.

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I wish my mother could be a little less enthusiastic about losing weight from chemotherapy. Her sharp wrists and angular neck are trophies others remark upon. They look past her hair and eyebrows that are like hay carried away by a thunderstorm and ask if she’s doing keto or mediterranean. 

The world is mesmerized by shrinking things. Mini candy bars, happy meal toys, tiny dogs that fit inside a purse, dollhouses, adults who weigh as much as children. 

My mother wants me to go on Ozempic. I sit next to her hospital bed, and she wraps her wisp of a hand around my thick, pulsing wrist. She asks me to dream of wearing matching bikinis on the shores of a tropical beach. She wants me to share in her religion, recite the sacred text: Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels. 

But chemo has rubbed her tastebuds down to a dull throb, so what does she know about it anyway? 

She dozes off as evening begins to creep. The TV mounted to the wall across from the bed plays a muted rerun of Friends, the one where Monica wears a fatsuit. She is half my size, at least. I turn off the TV, let go of my mother’s hand, and head toward the cafeteria. 

I examine limp premade salads, gray tuna fish sandwiches, and an unmanned make-your-own smoothie station. Eating dinner here doesn’t leave me with much of an appetite. Maybe I don’t need weight loss medication after all, I can just skulk the halls and wonder how much time we have left together. 

How much of that time will my mother spend wishing there was less of me? 

How much less of her can there be before she disappears? 

A nurse is checking her vitals when I return to the room. My mother looks at me, laughs softly, and asks the nurse, Can you believe she used to fit inside of me? 

I think of how we must have been, her warm body encasing mine like a bacon-wrapped date. I wonder if she ate hot fudge sundaes when she was pregnant with me. I wonder if there is a single moment of her life where she didn’t feel terrified of her body. 

My mother is a ghost and it’s the proudest she’s ever been, her deathbed victory lap. Somewhere, Jenny Craig sheds a tear and whispers into the ether, It’s not just about losing weight; it's about gaining life.