Where Do I start: Three Line Tales, Week 88


photo by Kira auf der Heide via Unsplash

Where do I start? With the murder or before I met her?  Chronologically or a non-linear narrative? Why am I writing this tragic tale? For redemption or confession:  perhaps for my own healing. They say allow time to pass before writing a memoir. Okay.  I won’t start now.

In response to Sonya’s photo prompt for three line tales

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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8 Responses to Where Do I start: Three Line Tales, Week 88

  1. Kinda creepy. Is there more to this story?

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  2. Oh.
    So, how’s your weather? Hope the garden is faring well. It’s a lovely fall here in New England.

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  3. The wrong time – always a good excuse, especially for a confession.

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