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January 2022 Muse

January 2022

“Read, read, read. Read everything  —  trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.” — William Faulkner

Editor's Note:

The Strathcona Writers Muse is a forum for members of the Writers Foundation of Strathcona County to provide an opportunity for members to publish their works. Anything published in our letter is eligible to receive a publishing credit. We accept poems and short stories of 1000 words or less normally but longer pieces can be accommodated if they can be published in parts. We are always in need of new items for each month so don't hesitate if you have something we can put into our publication.

Send submissions to care of Henry Martell, editor.

Important Dates

Writers Circle Virtual Sharing Meeting online

Next date December 7, 2021

RSVP on the website and the link will be emailed to you prior to the meeting.

Next Board Meeting: January 4, 2022

Newsletter Submission Deadline: January 25, 2022

Monthly online Creative Writing Workshops

Held last Saturday of every month from 12:30 to 2:30 pm

Go to the website to register - click the RSVP and the link will be emailed to you prior to the workshop.

Poets in the Park

Poets in the park meets the third Wednesday of every month online.

Reply to the link on the WFSC website

Next scheduled meeting Jan 19, 2022

Children's Creative Writing Workshop

Second Thursday of each month

Next Meeting January 13, 2022

Reply to the link on our Website

This Month's Submissions

The Tree

by Henry Martell

The snow is falling heavily as I cross the field. I can still see clearly enough, the flakes are large and fall softly to the ground where they cover everything in an airy, fluffy cover. The air isn’t severely cold and doesn’t catch one’s breath of freeze the eyelids. When I was younger and made this trip with my dad, we had some days that were worse than this and dad always said to just dress properly.

As my sister got old enough, she joined our fun expedition and for years we all went out together across this same field to the forest at the far end. That forest had a multitude of spruce trees to choose from, and we could cut a tree down each Christmas and never run out of trees. Those days were the best times, everyone happy and excited. We tried to pick a clear and sunny day, not bitter cold. Mom would pack us a lunch with thermoses full of hot drinks. We would be out most of the day crossing the field, picking out a tree, cutting and hauling it back to the house. Once there, we had to trim it to fit, put it into the stand and then into the house.

After set-up, we would huddle around a fire in the fireplace and talked about our great trek and decorate the tree. Needless to say we would fall exhausted into bed afterwards. Today, all the old excitement and anticipation is gone. I hate the way things are now. I hate the truck that spun