CLIP: Writers' Groups and Picnics in Hong Kong

One of the hardest things about writing is admitting to other people that you do it. Or that you want to. When can you start calling yourself "a writer"? If your writing reaches more than just a handful of friends? If you've been published? If you keep a journal? And how has this definition changed now that people can "self-publish", for free, online, in the form of weblogs?

I attended a NYC Writers Literary Circle "meetup" group on Tuesday and found out that it's not as hard to confess your hopes and ask your questions in a group of people who are asking themselves the same things every day. So thanks to my little discussion group of playwriters, visual artists, art historians, editors, poets and fiction-heads.

Here's another little clip about places to picnic in Hong Kong. It was fun to write this because people don't spend enough time outdoors there. The buildings are so close together in some areas, while sprawling country parks and beaches are literally just a subway ride away. It may not be relevant for everyone [or anyone] reading this blog, but it's up here since this purports to be a portfolio of sorts. (Click on the image for a larger version of the article.)