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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.

A Rant – On Alcohol

In Australia excessive alcohol consumption is a huge burden on society, not only as a direct result of death and disease but also due to the effects that it has on the families, and local communities such as criminal activity, vandalism, aggression … Continue reading

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Pitch to the Publisher

Here is what I think I will say in my verbal pitch to the publisher. If you heard this pitch would you be tempted to look at the manuscript further? All comments appreciated. Hallo I am Irene Waters. I am … Continue reading

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Finally a dog: Trog and other Animals

I held my parents responsible for my forced move to the city. I made their life hell and the only way I would settle to Sydney living was if they would allow me to have a dog. The answer was … Continue reading

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“Daddy’s Shoes”

Beautiful. I miss my Dad too

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Trog and other Animals

Trog was wild:  but she comes a bit later. This is the first in a series about the animals in my life. It will be in a new category of its own called Trog and other animals. I was always … Continue reading

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Thinking of them

As New South Wales faces the worst bushfires in over a decade with over 200 homes burnt to the ground and countless others damaged, animals left injured and homeless, our rural fire service exhausted but carrying on. In Qld where … Continue reading

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Memoir

“In our memories we meet ourselves” Elizabeth Jolley Learning to Dance

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Our Next trip cancelled

After our holiday we all looked forward to our next holiday on an island in the Barrier Reef. My brother read books about the coral and fish that we would see and then told me all about them. I know … Continue reading

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Our 1961 camping trip to North Queensland.

In the last summer, the one before I started to feel nauseated when I wiped up, we had gone on a camping trip to North Queensland. My mum hated camping and I had heard stories of when they used to … Continue reading

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The Kitchen

Kitchens and I just don’t mix. I hate cooking. I hate touching food. I love eating food. I think that I probably picked this up from my mother who saw cooking as a chore. Coming home tired after a hard … Continue reading

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