Tokyo — We’d like to welcome you to Hi: A community of writers, journalists, journalers, illustrators, photographers, travelers, poets, and musicians exploring the world, and sharing those explorations through images and text. Hi has been in private beta for the last eight months, but today we’re opening to all. We’d love for you to join: Sign up What is Hi? Hi is a writing platform with each piece be...
San francisco — Note: Wrote this today as a sort of freewrite for Working Draft, a little club started by a friend from 826 Valencia. We invaded the tutoring center late at night and everyone got to work. Originall...
Narita — What right do I claim? None. No family, no blood ties, no citizenship. Friends, yes, but nothing legal. A visa, up for renewal yet again. Nothing binding. Nothing strict. And so you come. You, too, w...
File this under "meaning to". Also filed under "but didn't".
What I like about hi.co is that it encouraged writing and marking moments. I hoped to contribute more, but each snippet is still memorable.
I signed up for hi.co on a whim in 2014. Then I relocated.
Hemingway; Wisdom in Purest Form
Happy Birthday Ian
A Lover's Quarrel with Writing
Overwhelmed!... A time when nothing seems to go well...
Emerging into the darkness
He was happy he'd decided to go
The farmer's beads
The first 'sketch' on hi! Coincidentally I landed here on *hi* today while googling. Capture,Write, Publish And...Big Screen Tablet. (Gifted)
Googled. A catchy set of words ,"Capture. Write. Publish", and here I am exploring and sketching ! love!1st one!
« Francese, si ? » — Une visite à Bussana Vecchia
I avoided writing for weeks. I wondered what my first words would be; how they would sound like.
Touch the Line
Update, Edit, Update
I knew it was dangerous, and risky, and faulty, and unfair-- I still climbed up there.
Having serious fun (and serious work) with the delightful help of John August's Writer Emergency Pack.
On Writing In Pencil.
Within Grabbing Distance - Guitar & Cat
The whereabouts of a book
There is a collection of stories in them. Stories of things we know nothing and which know nothing of us.
Spent the day eating cheese, drinking tea, and writing my feature. It's days like these that make me realise how lucky I am.
The sun is shining. So I am writing.
writers... write. Readers... dream they are writers
Notes on The Other
Learning about this thing called alt lit
It's been 24 hours and I haven't written a sentence or two. My hair is nappy because I've hid under a pillow and haven't done that right either.
I write like I swim. I can't go far.
The art of not knowing
It is not the blank pages that's scary, but the absolute honesty the story requires.
The leafless trees my fancy please, their fate resembles mine