Hemingway

The How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia author adopted Murakami's philosophy of prioritizing physical fitness in order to maximize creativity—and reaped the benefits.

Here's how to get a writer's body in seven days. Spend hours hunched over a keyboard in low light, exercising nothing but your eyelids and your finger muscles. Subsist on coffee, cigarettes, and the occasional croissant. Drink no water; whiskey's better. Look up at your heroes on the wall: sickly, malnourished, funny-looking people who died of lupus and liver failure on the hot trail of the truth.

The scene: Michael’s Restaurant on W 55th Street in Manhattan, a longtime hangout of the literati

The occasion: The announcement and celebration of the winner of the Saturday Evening Post Great American Fiction Contest

The winner: click here and see…

I know many writers are hesitant to the idea of blogging. It feels like just another social media chore, but nothing can be farther from the truth. In fact, blogging is probably the ONLY form of social media that 1) draws from a writer’s strengths and 2) doesn’t try to fundamentally change our personality.

Yes, as a social media Jedi, I will tell you that it’s a good idea to tweet and learn to use Facebook, but I’m also going to tell you something you already know.

It’s quite fitting that Hemingway was fond of whores because he’s become one, thanks to his relatives, most of whom never met him. Along with a line of furniture, shoes, and, my favorite, a shotgun bearing his name (someone should have told the firearms manufacturer that the W. & C. Scott birdgun they copied was identical to the one he killed himself with—the actual weapon was destroyed after his death), now comes word of officially sanctioned Hemingway Hotels. Here are the criteria: A property must be located in a destination that has a