: About Me

I was born, raised and educated in Dublin, Ireland. I was a computer 'geek' for twenty years during which I became involved with the international moving industry. We moved to the US in 1984 (for two years) and are still here. We became US citizens in 1996. I work as a consultant in international moving, which fascinated me from the moment I made contact with it.
I started writing in 2003 and Issi's is the first tangible result of my efforts - although one of the stories, 'Kiss and Tell', made the cut at the Fish Publishing short story contest (but did not place). I am working on a novel and several other short stories.
I married Jean in 1972 and we have four grown children; Alison, Gemma, Alan and Sarah. Alison is married to Jeremiah Benge and they have two wonderful (what else?) girls; Fiona and Bella, plus a new grandson, Colin, who was born on September 18, 2006.

You can learn a little more at www.anthonywaugh.com

My passion is ...

Writing...followed by family and golf

I know too much about ...

Nothing...I am learning all the time

My parents always told me ...

Eat your vegetables!

My childhood ambition ...

To be an architect

My favorite memory ...

The day I first laid eyes on my wife

Why I write ...

To clear my mind

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

An Aquarian Tragedy by James Mundell

My first job ...

Serving ice cream at a Dublin version of a soda fountain

My best moment ...

Too many to count....I feel very lucky

My inspiration ...

The world

Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Folklore and mythology

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The Spell There is mist on the lake And the air moves it little So it hangs like a blanket And it clings to the grass She fashions a figure Of damp clay and spittle Working slowly and slyly As the long hours pass At last the wind rises And the mist begins moving A wan splash of sunlight Moves over the land It lights on the woman As though it's approving The work she has done And the thing in her hand She holds it aloft In the brightening light Murmuring words In a long defunct tongue She looks over the water Of the lake, now in sight And raises her voice In a song, long unsung She hurls th...

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