Red Wheelbarrow Writers
THE RED WHEELBARROW
by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
At Red Wheelbarrow Writers, we believe that so much depends upon community. We are a loose affiliation of working writers who produce independently, and who join together to support, encourage, and sustain one another.
Red Wheelbarrow Writers is not a club or non-profit. We have no dues or formal order of responsibility. When we need money, we pass the hat. When we have an important endeavor, we show up. Several times a year we have a Bored Meeting (yes, that’s the correct word) that is not at all boring. Anyone can attend with a thought, an idea, a project.
We welcome all writers to our monthly Happy Hour to drink wine, share excerpts of works-in-progress, exchange news and views. We often meet for Write-Outs, a day spent writing together in unique settings.
Red Wheelbarrow Writers participates in the annual April National Poetry Month with a dedicated Facebook page. Each November, National Novel Writing Month, we collectively write a novel, and in December we come together for a reading of this novel where, as they say, hilarity ensues. For details on all our activities, see Events.
Partnering with Village Books and Whatcom Community College, Red Wheelbarrow Writers created Washington Memoir Month. Annually, for the whole month of September, memoir writers gather for classes, readings, weekly Write-Outs and mutual encouragement. Since 2016, we have combined our talents to write, edit, and publish an anthology every other year. See Publications for more information.
Red Wheelbarrow Writers was founded in 2010 by Cami Ostman, Laura Kalpakian, and Susan Tive. We have evolved to include hundreds of writers on our mailing list and on our Facebook page. We are located in Bellingham, Washington. We act locally and think globally. In fostering connection among writers, we create community. We invite you to join us.
The Fisher Poets have set up a Go Fund Me page for Tele and Joel, to help with the tremendous expenses that will come with Joel’s slow recovery from his accident. Tele and others have been very good about putting notices of his progress on Facebook, so that is the place to look for updates. Additionally, there is a Meal Train page that you can connect with. If you are not local, I believe there is a delivery service link there as well. We come together as a caring community of writers. ~Laura Kalpakian
MONTHLY HAPPY HOUR:
First Saturday of each month at 4 p.m.
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RWB has a private Facebook page for National Poetry Writing Month in which poets write a poem a day for the month of April.
Since 2014, September has been declared Washington Memoir Writing Month by the Red Wheelbarrow Writers in conjunction with Village Books and Whatcom Community College. Throughout the month there are classes, write-outs, readings and encouragement to write 50,000 words of your memoir.
November is National Novel Writing Month and Red Wheelbarrow Writers hosts a collective novel. Each participant writes one chapter of approximately 1667 words on their day for a total of 50,000 words by the end of the month. Then each writer who wishes to reads a portion of their chapter at Village Books in December.
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In December, the Red Wheelbarrow Happy Hour meeting will be purely social, celebrating the holidays and the completion of our NaNoWriMo collaborative novel. We will meet at the Corner Taphouse in Fairhaven, 1125 Finnegan Way, Bellingham. They are located right off of...
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