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Writing Is A Moveable Feast: Shop to Win a Free Hemingwrite

Annie Cosby
juillet 21, 2025 | 2 lire la lecture

It’s literary legend Ernest Hemingway’s birthday week, and we’re throwing "a moveable feast" in his honor.

It's your chance to get a Hemingwrite completely free.

NOTE: The winner has been announced. Learn all about Shannon Liao right here.

A Moveable Feast, Hemingway's posthumously published memoir about life in Paris as a young writer was named by his widow, Mary, as an homage to something he once wrote to a friend:

"wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast."

We feel the same way about writing.

Whether you're returning to writing after a long break, or never left it, the magic of creating something out of nothing never ceases to bring joy, frustration, and awe, no matter where in the world you may find yourself.

So we're hosting our own moveable feast:  aspecial promotion to help you return to the essence and joy of writing again and again.

From Monday, July 21, through Sunday, July 27, every person who purchases the Ernest Hemingway Freewrite Signature Edition Smart Typewriter will be automatically entered to win a full refund. One lucky writer will get their Hemingwrite completely free.

"Wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." We feel the same way about writing.

Here’s the deal:

  • 🗓 Monday, July 21, through Sunday, July 27
  • 🖋 Purchase your Hemingwrite
  • 🎉 Automatically be entered to win your money back
  • 🎁 One winner will be announced and have their order refunded on Friday, August 15

No purchase necessary to enter or win. To enter without making a purchase, fill out the entry form here by 11:59 p.m. EST on Sunday, July 27. If an online order is chosen in the drawing, only the cost of the Ernest Hemingway Freewrite Signature Edition Smart Typewriter will be refunded. Other items and cost of shipping will not be refunded. Limit one (1) entry per purchase. Read the official rules here.

Meet Hemingwrite

Ernest Hemingway redefined modern storytelling and inspired generations of writers to do the same. Inspired by the bold, no-nonsense style of the man himself, Ernest Hemingway Freewrite Signature Edition Smart Typewriter is our homage to Papa.

Like his own portable Royal typewriter, Hemingwrite is designed for writers who understand that creativity flourishes when it's just you, your words, and the satisfying click of keys that echo the rhythm of great literature.

It's a tribute to a writing life — the quiet mornings, the hard-won sentences, the stories that take shape one keystroke at a time.

So, pour yourself a café au lait, pretend you're in a Parisian cafe, and get ready to write. Purchase a Hemingwrite between now and July 27, and you just might get it for free.

Happy birthday, Hemingway. Let's toast to timeless stories, beautiful sentences, and the joy of writing wherever life takes you. Let the feast begin.


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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.