In the Spring of 2015 I set out to create a writer’s retreat. I found a fabulous grand old house in a small town called Onset, on the edge of the Cape, that stole my heart. On top of having great bones, crooked old floors and a certain “something” that spoke to me, there was a sign above the fireplace that said “Welcome to the Hemingway, circa 1900.” Apparently a long line of Hemingways had lived there. Rumors abounded as to which ones, but I took it as a good sign (see what I did there?).
After renovations, I opened it to writers for the first time in the fall of 2015, and almost immediately began fielding requests. It was an absolute joy to welcome so many writers there.
And then….I saw another house that stole my heart all over again. I am an ocean girl at heart, and when I found this house in Hull I knew it was a better location for the Hemingway House Writer’s Retreat, so I sold the big brown house in Onset, and moved the retreat to Hull.
Hemingway House 2.0 (what you see in photos on this site) was originally built in 1850 and is ON THE WATER. Can’t beat that. It’s spacious enough for small groups, but cozy enough for a writer to be alone without feeling like there are too many drafty empty rooms. I love it and hope you will too!
I word about me: I am an entrepreneur turned writer. I’m still getting comfortable announcing to the world that I am a writer. Before having a publishing contract in hand, I wasn’t so sure I was entitled to use that word. But here’s the thing. I have never been one to live by someone else’s rules. I find them limiting, sometimes downright debilitating. I became a company President by (co)inventing a company. That experience taught me that anything is possible with enough hard work and positive intent. And I finally published my first novel in 2016! (more about that at www.kasherbrooke.com) But let’s be honest. Being an artist can be daunting. There is so much beautiful work that gets too little support in the world.
Once I turned my personal attention to writing, I soon discovered that with kids and other humans coming in and out of my kitchen and other distractions abounding, the thing I CRAVED the most was the ability to get away and do nothing but write, write and write. Finding the time is hard enough. Sometimes finding the space is impossible. The perfect spot is often too expensive, or you missed the deadline– by a month. So I created the Hemingway House. If you can find the time, I’d like to offer you the space.