I had never had a beard until I went to Spain. I always hated shaving, but I was forced to because of all the crappy jobs I had. No dress code meant complete facial hair freedom. So, I grew a beard. And, as things go, I became inspired. I started to read a lot. The first book I read in Spain was Fiesta (better known as The Sun Also Rises) by Ernest Hemingway. If you have not read it, you should. It is the story of a Jake Barnes, a man trying to experience happiness while the whole world falls apart around him. I could not really associate with Jake, but Ernest really got to me.
His direct and descriptive style of writing moved me so that I wanted to try it myself. My attempt at becoming a writer I considered to be my Hemingway Beard. With my own facial hair I tried to re-invent myself, as both a person and a writer. On this blog I want to share some of my writing with whomever wants to read it. I hope that you enjoy it.
Thanks,
Joe Schmidt
It's amazing, the potency of perceived laziness (not shaving). Your writing are great, pal, and I look forward to what's to come!
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