​WELCOME TO ANOTHER GREAT YEAR FOR EPIC GROUP WRITERS!
 






Dear Members and Other Readers,
​​As your president for another year, I want to welcome you to 2019, another year which holds much promise for our members and all writers. Last year several of our members published new books, poetry, blogs, and essays and I’m sure the new year will bring even greater successes.

I’d like to introduce our board. Please feel free to contact any one of us with your comments and suggestions:

President: Judith Works
VP for Membership: Susan Frederick
VP for Development: Laura Moe
Secretary: Mindy Halleck
Treasurer: Victoria Peters
Board Member: Gerald Bigelow
Board Member: Paddy Eger
Board Member: Nicole Chen
​Board Member: Kizzie E Jones
Board Member: Laura Kemp
Board Member: Vanessa Arpin
 
The Board of Directors will be meeting next week to plan our year. We have many exciting ideas but are always happy to consider your input. And when we list our planed programs and projects for the year, I do hope you will consider participating in them and even volunteering to help put them on – a great way to get to know your fellow writers.
 
Also, January is a time for membership renewal and for new members to join to support all area writers. Please do consider becoming part of the EPIC family by going to our website at EPICgroupwriters.org and clicking on the membership button.
 
Happy Writing!!
Judith

by Sandra Walker

Reading magazine interviews, an autobiography, or book on the writing life, an author's solitude is revealed. One lone writer with voluntary confinement savoring minutes of silent concentration while oblivious to time and mundane concerns. Out of this surrounded silence comes creative essence. The subconscious surfaces in quiet stillness and this beneficial state provides an expressway to productive work, for where focus goes, energy flows.

Yes, we writers need the discipline to settle into solitude, allowing interior time to percolate through thoughts. However, even when existing alone I find I'm engaged with character relationships, with the reader's perception, with an editor's view.

The poem, No Man is an Island, by John Donne (1624) remains a guide for writers. No man is an island, Entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main.
So venture from an island into the active flow of the writers' community to enjoy involvement in becoming an established writer. The discipline to select classes, attend library programs, spend social time with authors, schedule conference days from the many sources available provides breadth to the writing life. The Northwest is abundantly rich with literary opportunities. Our EPIC Wall newsletter for Writers and Literary Lovers regularly lists the range of events to give timely information.

Anne Lamott's bestseller, Bird by Bird, in Part Three "Help Along the Way" states, "Being a writer guarantees that you will spend too much time alone and your mind will begin to warp. You may begin showing signs of schizophrenia..." And in characteristic Lamott fashion, she creates a very funny, long paragraph about imaginary fears that rise in an author's lonely, isolated mind.

EPIC erases the "warp" and stops the "schizophrenia." From our private nook we can be refreshed, revitalized by the fellowship in EPIC. Writing is serious business. But, our story needs contrasts to eliminate  a monotone style, which occurs when we feel drained and dull. To lighten the serious side, balance individual time with the benefits of lively social interactions, instructive classes, and supportive writing groups.

EPIC offers writing groups in a range of literary interests: poetry, fiction, nonfiction, memoir, historical fiction, travel writing. We need knowledgeable partners who share constructive help, and we can share experiences plus creativity with fellow writers. Team members from your group will become the base for a book launch and book signing.

Balance the moments of peaceful solitude and solo performance with an active interaction arising from a chorus of authors. Belong to EPIC, an educational, social, and inspirational association for all writers.  

Come communicate with our expressive community in order to balance writing alone with being involved. Please join our expanding EPIC group. Hope to see you soon.     
www.epicgroupwriters.org

Here's to an EPIC 2017!

Thank you for supporting EPIC Group Writers in 2016! Your support has made all the difference in creating a vibrant writers’ community and we couldn't do it without you!

We ask that you take a few moments now to join EPIC or renew your EPIC membership for 2017. It’s easy to join by clicking here! 

Here are highlights of EPIC’s 2016 service to the community:

• Board members led five ongoing writing groups in Edmonds: Monday Morning Writers, Poetry
• Writing, Historical Writing, Travel Writing Wednesday, and Tuesday Evening Writing Group –​ all free!
• Continued the search for a permanent space for meetings, resources and workshops
• Continued publishing monthly travel writing pieces in My Edmonds News
• Sponsored the 4th annual writing contest for adult and youth writers, judged by the EPIC board
• Organized the 3rd annual Andre Feriante concert held at the Wade James Theater
• Published the “Bi-Weekly Wall”, the EPIC Group Writers newsletter, for the second year
• Collaborated with Sno-Isle Library, Edmonds branch to offer free programs to the community
• Three EPIC board members served on the Steering Committee for the Write on the Sound
• (WOTS) Writers’ Conference and several others volunteered during the conference continuing our relationship with the City of Edmonds
• Sponsored “Dine Around Edmonds” and provided an EPIC information table during WOTS
• Initiated a proposal and partnered with the Edmonds Arts Commission for the “Rainwalk”
• Poetry Project, to be timed with WOTS 2017
• Curated a display in Edmonds Library showcasing local authors’ published work
• Sponsored October workshops on the Art of Literary Research (taught by Elena Hartwell) and The Art of Story Structure (taught by Scott Driscoll).
• Collaborated with Sno-Isle Library, Edmonds branch to plan four free“Write Here, Write Now” workshops in 2017: 
  • March 8: Poems From Postcard taught by Amanda Laughtlan
  • March 15: Wordplay That Works taught by EPIC board member, Sandra Walker
  • March 22: Triggers: Keys to Reader Engagement taught by Bernadette Pajer.
  • March 29: Get Published, Stay Published, taught by Terry Persun

            
And, speaking of 2017, EPIC has been hard at work planning for the New Year.  Starting in January, a new free writers’ group led by EPIC board member, Christine Pinto, will begin.  (Further details to be posted soon.)

​Also in 2017, EPIC will sponsor the 5th annual writing contest for adults and youth, coordinating with local high school English teachers. EPIC board members will again serve on the WOTS Steering Committee, and continue partnering with the Arts Commission on the Rainworks project scheduled for Fall, 2017.  With our members’ vital support, EPIC will offer expanded services to help members learn, create and publish.  The more members EPIC has, the more it can do for the community.

YOU can join EPIC in 2017. If you are a writer, you may choose to partner with fellow writers in a genre-based group, such as poetry, historical writing,  travel writing, or in a multi-genre writing group. If you’ve never written before, or are a seasoned writer, you’ll belong to a supportive writers’ community and will reap the benefits.You can broaden your skills, create goals, and develop an in-depth focus through a year of meaningful activities with EPIC. 

If you’re not a writer, won’t you please be an EPIC friend and make a $25.00 tax-deductible donation? Please support this worthy, community-building cause. 

So, what’s holding you back?  Join EPIC today!  
or mail a check to EPIC Group Writers, at P.O. Box
1622, Edmonds, WA  98020.

We look forward to thanking and welcoming you!

​Susan Ferguson
President, EPIC Group Writers

by Roma Anjoy
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November is the month when many writers participate in NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month.  The idea is to set a word count goal for the month and try to reach it.  The default goal is 50,000 words, but you can pick any number you want.  There’s a website you can visit (NaNoWriMo.org) with lots of tips and encouragement.
 
Some people spend the month of October getting ready for NaNo by using character development sheets, plot-point graphs, setting description generators, and other writing tools.  Some install fancy new software to help them chart their progress scene by scene or create elaborate outlines of their work.

I spent the month of October getting ready too, but here’s what I did.  I culled through all the books on my bookshelves (I set a rule for myself several years ago: “No buying more bookshelves”) so I could make room for the newer books sitting around in little piles waiting for a home.  Result: two bags of old books.  I went through my closet, putting away summer clothes and weeding out stuff I no longer wear, including shoes.  Result: two bags of clothes and shoes.  I went through the garage, looking for an old photo album, but while I was there I eliminated two boxes of stuff.  I combed through my kitchen cabinets and drawers, removing duplicate or unneeded items to make them more commodious.  Then I made a trip to Goodwill with all that stuff.

Meanwhile, I made sure I had a good supply of writing pads with different colored paper and pens with ink in various hues.  I write first drafts by hand.  I find it fun and mentally refreshing to switch background and ink colors.  I cleared my dining room table, laying out all the supplies I would need, and collecting all relevant notes, photos, etc.  I’m working on a memoir, so I know the basic story, but it helps to have object that can jar the memory.

I returned all my library books, created an out-of-sight space to store unread personal books and magazines.  I cleared my inbox (well, as much as I could), unsubscribed to extraneous newsletters and webinars that would be a distraction during the coming month, and generally put my home and my life in order.
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I call it “clearing the decks.”  I write in spurts, and when I feel a spurt coming on (or when I have planned for one) I seem to need to circle around it for a while, making room for it in my life.  The side benefit is that I return to a more well-ordered life.  And that’s a good thing.  So I win either way, whether or not I complete my NaNoWriMo goal.

by Vivian Murray

It is occasionally mentioned in workshops or books on the craft of writing, how effective a physical object can be when subtly weaving it through your story.  I just finished reading the book The Velvet Hours by Alyson Richman which uses a large 19th century portrait of a Parisian courtesan as an occasional object from beginning to end. Even without a picture to physically see, the author showed the reader the gilded frame, the woman’s posture, colors, and fabrics.  It easily came to mind whenever the painting was mentioned at various intervals of the story. It was a familiar object.  And, what I loved about this book was how the author wrote it as a fictionalized account of a newspaper article. It was a story of a family learning about their great-great grandmother’s apartment in Paris which was locked up for over 70 years . When opened by family heirs in 2011, it was as if time stood still and they walked into 1940s Paris. I remember reading the newspaper article and posting it on Facebook.  I was fascinated by the story and thrilled someone wrote a book about it.

If you decide you want an object for your story, how do you discover what it will be?

As writers, we understand inspiration arises from unexpected places. You may be in a writers’ group when a new story pops into your head and the first draft is soon underway. Perhaps you are sitting at your desk or on a plane thousands of feet in the air when an idea for a new character is born. You can be anywhere.  That’s the beauty of being a writer.

It wasn’t long ago, when housecleaning, when an object in my home reminded me of someone I once loved.   I wiped dust off the Chinese decorated antique mirror and remembered a time, 43 years ago, when this man I loved looked at his reflection in this mirror, while in my mother’s home.  I was across the room watching him when his reflection caught mine and we locked eyes. It was a moment caught in time. He’s been gone many years, but, oddly, his reflection and that memory remain in the wavy glass of this mirror.

My thoughts, as I continued dusting, trailed off to another time I could only conjure up in my imagination. It occurred to me my grandfather may have bought this mirror for my grandmother when they were first married in Shanghai in 1929. The mirror, with its new glass, survived WWII hidden in a Shanghai cellar. It was kept with other curios and precious objects out of sight. These were protected from the Japanese invasion and confiscation because they were in the cellar of a White Russian friend of my grandmother’s. If a Russian was married to a citizen of an enemy country, they were sent to Japanese internment camps, which was the case of my grandmother and mother who spent 4 years in a camp because my Russian grandmother married a British man.

After the war, in 1947 the mirror took a journey by ship to the United States and hung on the wall of my grandmother’s San Francisco flat until well into the late 70s.  The mirror had its own journey over the next 37 years when it lived in my mother’s home in Pleasant Hill, CA; Colorado Springs, CO; then to my home in Seattle, eventually settling in Edmonds 11 years ago. I imagine one of my children and one of my grandchildren will take it from here.
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And so it was a day of simple housecleaning which created my story-object.  I can carry this mirror through my book for almost 100 years of my family’s history.  I can write a historical fiction showing the reader many of the faces reflected over time, some known and some imagined; we have so much freedom as writers to create whatever we wish!
Stories and ideas pop up for writers from unexpected places; we are delighted when they pop up at all.

By Tori Peters

A softness fills the evening air as the immediate foreground darkens. Shapes blend into the landscape while the sky above holds gently to the fading light. Sitting in the Japanese Tea House with my friends at the Beitou Museum, in Taiwan, I sip the jasmine tea and nibble cashews and anise flavored watermelon seeds. As we write in our journals, our silence allows threads of memories and thoughts to weave through the evening light.

When tired, my mind refuses to follow one strand.  Like a bird in a garden, it jumps from now, to yesterday, to years ago and back to this moment. But the bird flitting between the flowers gathers bugs and nectar for nourishment. My flitting between memories gather threads of experiences from my life of travel. Which threads will I choose today to work into my writing?

Looking out the wooden framed squares of glass in the Tea House, I see that the soft pinks of the sunset produce silhouettes of the evenly spaced  trees that break the rounded breasts of the hills. I catch a thread and hold for a moment the memory of another time. A hill crest in Kenya with similar shaped trees. My youngest daughter and I watch giraffes moving between the trees. Their long necks undulating, heads slightly bobbing as they move across the hill  plucking leaves from the trees. I let this thread go as a thread from this afternoon needles into my mind.       

In the Beitou Museum, I saw beautiful embroidered chest coverings.  During the Han and Ming Dynasties women bound their chests because flat chested women were considered graceful. The mandarin words for these coverings are Zhuyao and duduo.  I admired blue and white threads closely satin stitched to create an egret in a garden. I delighted in another that included red pomegranates visible through green leaves. Still another stitched brightly colored blue, purple, and red threads forming chrysanthemums and orchids. Many women today own and wear bras decorated with lace or floral material.

Thinking of bras brings another memory. It was May, the lilacs were just beginning to bloom, I attended a luncheon in the Seattle area. The guest speaker, from the Museum of History and Industry, talked about the history of Women’s underwear.  The topic fascinated me. I learned that after women won the right to vote, they bound their chests to appear more masculine? I wonder if they chose flower embroidered or laced material? Did men see them as more graceful?

In the 60’s women “burned their bras” to symbolize their desire for freedom from a male dominated society that believed women’s place was in the home. I did not throw away my bra, but I threw out my girdle which had a flower design.

​I wonder why human beings spend hours recreating beauty? We take ourselves away from the hills, trees, flowers, and animals depositing our bodies into villages, towns, and cities. Our art shapes the land and nature and creates the ideal while the giraffe must be wary of the lion. Taking paint brush or needle and thread, or words, we attempt to recreate the world from which we have removed ourselves. Once finished, we then place these works of art close to us so that we may again be near nature. I have a framed quilted hanging in my bedroom. Words written in ink on the silk, “Mama always said, ‘You’d best try to shape the land, cause if you don’t it will shape you.’”*

Thinking of art, my mind offers a thread from my first year in Taipei. I danced the Chinese ribbon dance with seven other women. Two of us claimed European ancestry, a third was from India, and the other four were of Chinese descent.  We started practicing before Thanksgiving for the Chinese New Year performance for the International Women’s Club.
Our teacher told us that the dance came from the Han Dynasty (2068 B.C.- 420 A.D.) It tells the story of how Hsiang Po saved the emperors life by deflecting the assassin’s sword with his silk sleeve.

At first I felt quite clumsy and uncoordinated. With practice and hard work, my body became familiar and accepted the unfamiliar precise hand and feet movements and music.

I learned to walk on my toes, as though on bound feet, taking small, shuffled steps. (A picture from a year ago briefly interrupts my thoughts. I see the well dressed older woman holding on to the arm of a younger woman during the Lantern Festival. She shuffled along on her tiny feet which fit into shoes that could fit in the palm of my hand. (She is the only woman I’ve seen with bound feet.) I held my fingers just so - the thumb to a slightly arched ring finger with the other three daintily curved and held above the ring finger. We did not act out the story in the dance. The movement of swirling brightly colored ribbons spoke to me of freedom and happiness not the legend.

It wasn’t until I dressed for the performance that I began to have an inkling of the significance of tradition to the Chinese people. All I knew was that we would be wearing traditional dress. I put on a white blouse covered with richly floral embroidered wide red collar with gold fringe. Around the long white skirt, I tied an apron of hanging colored satin strips embellished with stitched multicolored flowers. I placed the silver tiara on my head and thought, “This is the real thing.”

My friends’ quiet voices interrupted my thoughts. I put down my pen. I listen. We pour more tea, and I join the conversation.  We share stories of living and working in Taipei. Someone changes the topic to summer travel.  Another thread runs through my head as I remember the calligraphy piece on a wall at home. “Travel…I am not the same having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.”*

​I have become unbound from the traditions of my childhood. I am not the person that I was when I left the United States. The colored threads of my experiences have embroidered new understandings of the world around me and the people who share this earth with me.
 
*Quilted Piece by M. Ensign Johnson
*“Travel” by Mary Anne Radmacher

For Tori Peters, writing and travel are an important part of who she is. She and her husband, now deceased, raised their four children in Africa and Asia, mostly because of his career in the Foreign Service. While raising children, traveling, and journaling, she taught fifth grade in Everett, Washington, Middle School Language Arts at the American Embassy School in New Delhi, India, and High School English at Taipei American School in Taiwan, Taipei. She has also walked the Camino de Santiago from St. Jean Pied-de-Port in France to Santiago, Spain and then on to Finisterre, Spain, close to 900 km. Together with six other women, from 40-72 years old, Tori trekked for six days  in the Andes Mountains from Cachora, to Choquiquerao, and eventually to Machu Picchu in Peru.

Now it is time to write. She is presently working on a memoire of their life experiences living in Mali and Rwanda, and Tunisia, Africa.

Posted by Vivian Murray.