My name is Shannon Meyerkort and I am a writer, currently researching and writing a novel set here in Perth just prior to WW1. The reason why I am contacting you, is that you may be related to one of the people who have inspired my story, and I am writing as a courtesy and … Continue reading An open letter to members of the Turpin, Regan and Blair families
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A Stroke of Bad Luck
This is a section that I have already removed from my novel as I am now limiting the story to the period 1912-1915. However, if you read the previous blog post about Doris, you will recognise this story as from the day of her stroke. 1968 Fred stretched in the early morning air, surveying … Continue reading A Stroke of Bad Luck
How I came to start my novel, Part III: Doris Turpin, the teacher
This is the story of the second owner of the ‘House of Women’, and the woman whose story my novel is loosely based upon. Doris was born Doris Isabel Turpin in 1893 to Isabelle ‘Bella’ Stokes and Walter Turpin. She first appeared in the 1916 electoral roll, when she was living with her parents at … Continue reading How I came to start my novel, Part III: Doris Turpin, the teacher
How I Came to Start My Novel, Part 2: The 1920s Landowner
This is the story of the first owner of my house, the first of the ‘House of Women’. The first owner of our house was a woman by the name of Ethel Lottie Rogerson, a married woman who lived in Mount Lawley, an old suburb approximately 8 kilometres north east of Daglish. Technically, she just … Continue reading How I Came to Start My Novel, Part 2: The 1920s Landowner
How I came to start my novel
July 2005 As she walked down the stairs to her waiting car, Judith looked up at the house one more time. ‘You know,’ she said, ‘this house has only ever been owned by women.’ She smiled at me, her eyes crinkling against the winter sun, and then she got into her car and drove to … Continue reading How I came to start my novel
The Wall
It’s been ages since I sat down to write a post for my writers blog. I think about this website all the time. After all, this is more me than Relentless: it has my name on it. I should be working on it regularly, pimping myself, polishing myself. But I don’t, I let it slide. … Continue reading The Wall
