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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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Friday Fictioneers: Following Directions
We pulled in at the cairn, walked five metres east then ten metres north as our instructions directed. There we would find the token of proof. We had a compass. We didn’t have the directions wrong but maybe our pacing … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: Just one more screw
“Which chamber do you want?” Marc asked. “Can’t I share yours?” Sylvie said. “No. There’s only room for one and once they turn the screws tight, compressing the chamber, the pressure increases. The pain. You’d kill someone else if they … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: Found
Clay and Dot, cut and bruised, emerged from the stand of cassias. The canes on which the bright yellow flowers erupted had been thick and unyielding as they pushed through them to the bark of the tree in their search … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: Les Trois Glorieuses
The three day festival was off to a good start. Sam, from Christies, felt confident they’d reach good prices at the auction. The red wine had flowed fast at the black tie dinner. Sam stood with gavel in hand for … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: Stay away from the Light
The police caught me speeding. ” Hospital.” I ramped up a wheeze. They put me in the police car, sirens blaring, the asthma no longer feigned. I struggled to breathe. I had no breath to talk. The doctors and nurses … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: Ostriches
Spain and the crowds who lined the route from Paris to Andalusia were behind them. Although a novice, John knew after the first gruelling 250 kilometres in Morocco they’d be lucky to get the car through the next two … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: The Beginning.
Genre: Historical Fiction Word Count :100 The Beginning Louis sighed as he sank into his lush velvet cushions. Thirty years of war had taken its toll. Religion had claimed many lives but France had prospered. His thoughts returned to the … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers:Family Dinner
Marcia beamed at her children. She loved these dinners. What did it matter if she wished Sophie would wear clothes that covered her bosom more and that Angus would drink less. Peter and Donna made a lovely couple. Soon she’d … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: The Dinner
They cooked dinner on the second last night of their holiday. Their teenage children chided them but they had also enjoyed the fry-up: southern chicken, calves livers, chips, finishing with golden syrup dumplings. It was the dumplings that did it. … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: A Rolling Island
“I knew we’d find the fourth chain when we cut through the other three.” Sean said. “Yep. You were right. We’re not firmly anchored anymore. You can feel the island starting to move.” Grant said as he kicked idly at … Continue reading
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