The latest art and writing from Words-Down-the-Line

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The latest from Words-Down-The-Line, a poetry postcard for Christmas.  The poem is by Candyce Lange and the card, beautifully illustrated by Charmaine McKissock (local artist and dyslexia specialist).

Words Down the Line features local writing, is produced free of charge and given to commuters in Wivenhoe and beyond. The printing of Words Down the Line is currently funded by a small donation from Wivenhoe Soup and printed by The Press Gang in Brightlingsea.

The writing is edited and produced free of charge by Sue Dawes.

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Essex Belongs to us

My historical short story, ‘Boudicca’s Revenge’, which was shortlisted for the Legendary Women Competition, has been published in this Essex Creative Writing Anthology.  It was my first attempt at creative historical fiction and the short story, initially 2000 words, was reduced to just over 500 for the competition.  If nothing else, it showed me how many words can be edited out and yet the story remain the same.  Boudicca is now judged a heroine but she was a soldier and thought nothing of massacring whole towns.  I don’t think her strength or actions would be considered quite so affectionately in the modern world.

Artifice, a short story by Sue Dawes

My short story ‘Artifice’ was one of the three winning crime short stories published in ‘Bloody Hull,’ which was a book given out as part of the Hull Literary Festival.  The competition ‘Dead Pretty City’, was for a short story of 2000 with the words ‘Dead Pretty’ included in it. Originally short-listed for the CWA Margery Allingham prize, I re-worked this story for the competition.  As usual, my protagonist is not what she seems.

Mind The Gap by Sue Dawes

Mind the Gap by Sue Dawes was published in ‘New writing’ in Mslexia.  The judge said:  ‘Mind the Gap’ managed to say so much about the taboos surrounding the empty nest syndrome in little more than 1000 words.  From the first sentence  (I will pull the construction apart, twig by twig so they cannot return) I felt I was in the arms of a brave and confident artist.  Each platitude and assumption about the bereft mother (‘you’ll be lonely, what will you do’ ‘But what if they want to come home’) is matched by the exhilaration of a mother liberated from the selflessness of raising three boys.

Read: Mind the Gap

Mentioned in a study about motherhood