Am I Too Young To Write It?

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By Wendy C Allen
eelkat_red_scarf.jpgWendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again.

Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer

Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)

If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title.

List of the published titles still in print:

The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series

What the series is about, for those new here:

The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series. 

If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:

My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.

As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.

There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.

The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.

There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.

Health update: August 4, 2026 - in recovery for 6 months+ (at least until mid-January 2027...all book and video game releases are pushed back at least 6 months) see video below for why...
@eelkat

health update #maine #disabilityawareness #wheelchairlife #wheelchairvlogger #multiplesclerosis

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@eelkat Health update: #chickenpox #bellspalsy #RamsayHuntsyndrome #paralysis #recovery ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
@eelkat

I seem to have had another stroke (during the night while I was asleep?) #stroke #paralysis

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Update Sept 3, 2026:

I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.

I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy. 

update sept 7, 2026

"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?

I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.

So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.

see video below for more information: 


@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

update Sept 15, 2026:

I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed

you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?

all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,

well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.

waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.

update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine

Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.

I'm going to place a warning on this page, that it is of a triggering and mature nature and the content of this page may not be suitable for readers under the age of 18, so continue reading at your own risk. Thank you.

"Am I too young to write it?" is one of the most common questions I get asked. Young adults, teens, preteens, and even kids enjoy writing. Many have high hopes of writing a novel and getting it published, and most of them worry that no one will take them seriously as a author, because of their age.

Because my answers to this oft repeated question are often nearly the same or very similar, I am going to compile together on one page several of these questions along with my answers to them.

Enjoy!

This is one that, never got approved for publication on Squidoo, so most of you have never seen it before. One of the longest answers I ever wrote, to a question sent to me by a 9/11 survivor who wanted to know if she was too young to write about the gruesomeness she had witness at ground zero...

"Can I write this? Or is it inappropriate for my age? I'm a 13 year old female. I just got a story idea, about war that tears apart a country (that is yet to be named.) Oh and it takes place in the future. This idea was HEAVILY inspired by yesterday, which was 9/11...(child witnesses horrific death of family member during 9/11 ... details of story removed)... Would my parents get mad at me for writing this? And make me take it out of the story because of how gruesome and horrific it is?"

Are you too young to write the story that's been floating around inside your head?

Well, perhaps we should take a look at my Twighlight Manor Series and ask if a kid was too young to write a book that has a M Rated label slapped on it's cover, and bookstores won't let readers buy unless they can prove they are over 21 years of age.

Guess what? While readers have to be 21 or older to buy The Twighlight Manor series, the author who wrote it was only 14 years old. A 14 year old is waaaaay too young to read these stories and yet the stories themselves were written by a 14 year old. Was I too young to write them? Maybe. But than again, how in the heck does a 14 year old come to write something they are too young to even read?

I started writing as a kid. By age 8 I was already a multi-published author. Granted my early stories were 16 page short stories for kids. However at age 14, I learned about 2 things: That Dracula was a real person named Vlad Tempe Dracul and he murdered hundred of people in his mountain top castle during the 1400s; AND that the Spanish Inquisition happened and they had the utterly most fascinating ways of killing people. I also meet a local person who had been spent a lifetime collecting Jack the Ripper memorabilia and had actual books and diaries owned by Jack the Ripper, which I got a chance to read and really get an inside look into the mind of a killer.

That same year I discovered Edgar Alan Poe's Tell-Tale Heart and Murders at Rue Morge, and instantly fell in love with gory grizzly horror. Well than I just had to go watch the Vincent Price/Edgar Allan Poe movies and fell in love with House of Usher and Pit and the Pendulum.

In the decades since than I have amassed a huge collection of articles, reports, journals, and books on serial killers, mass murderers, cannibals, and their kin. I've cataloged massive databases of every method and implement of torture ever invented and I've used them all in the Twighlight Manor series at one point or another. One of the major complaints people have with the series is that there is so little actual plot or story behind it, with it seeming to be nothing but one murder after another told in horribly graphic detail.

Of course I did have a reason for going out and actively looking for this kind of information. See at age 14 I had witnesses my 5 best friends murdered by being tortured to death, via dissection. Ever watch someone dissected alive? It's not pretty. Ever have to sit and wait while your friends get chopped to pieces, knowing you're next? Not fun. Believe me. It messes with your head. Big time. Most people will tell you I never fully mentally recovered from this.

The timing was bad here. Or maybe it was good? Who knows. Depends on how you look at it. The thing was I had eariler that same year witnessed my best friends murdered. Five of them. One had her leg ripped off and her intestines pulled out, slit open and her breakfast flung out on the ground. The next two years of my life were spent in and out of court as I was the only surviving witness. Death and especially murder became a glaring focus in my life. I took to going out of my way to research serial killers in an attempt to understand why people do such horrible things and why did Lisa Bolduc do the horrible things she did to my friends?

If you read my early stories you see talking cats and puppies, flower fairies, happy little gnomes, and flying talking cars. Happy children's fantasies, which had been heavily inspired by Disney movies and Disney comic books. Two major inspirations for what I wrote those early years was: Herbie The LoveBug and The Cat From Outer Space.

Than at age 14, it was all blood, guts, and gore, followed by more blood, guts, and gore. Characters that once wielded magic wands, suddenly were wielding axes. It was a dramatic change.

I was inspired by Poe's chopped up bodies under the floor boards, Roderic Usher's delusions that his house was hell bent on killing him, and wondered: Well what if Roderic Usher lived in Vlad the Impaler's castle during the Spanish Inquisition?  I was a morbid kid, I know, however there was a reason behind my sudden obsession with death and murder and people who did terrible senseless things to other people, after all I had to find a way to come to terms with my 5 friends being chopped up, and the fact that the only reason I wasn't chopped up with them was because my dad walked in on this whole thing, grabbed Lisa by the neck and didn't let her go until the police arrived, and than I couldn't just move on, no ...

I had to sit in courtrooms day after day after week after week, with the horrors of what happened being shoved in my face by scary men in suits yelling in front of a scary guy in a black dress glaring down at us from pulpit, all the while being surrounded by lots of people piled in the seats behind us, and reporters with microphones and cameras.

Here I was a kid with Autism, the only witness to a mass murder, and being yelled at up one side and down the other by more strangers than I could count. My solution was to sit down on the floor in front of the judge and start scribbling furiously in a notebook, in a mad attempt to block out the noise and flashing lights. I also stopped talking and would not speak again for another 15 years. That is how I came to write The Twighlight Manor series.

Was I too young to write the Twighlight Manor series in all it's sex filled bloody glory? Well, maybe the question SHOULD be: was I too young to witness my 5 friends being dissected alive in front of me and than expected NOT to end up writing something as horrific as Friends Are Forever, A Tale of The Twighlight Manor? I mean, come on - look at the frigging title of the book: Friends Are Forever.

Any guesses how I thought that up? My five best friends were murdered days before I write a book called Friends Are Forever, a book about people getting murdered and the only guy left standing alive going bonkers at being left alone while everyone else died together? Yeah. Wonder how I thought THAT up at 14 years old. *seething sarcasm*

In a matter of days I wrote a novel (most of it written in the courthouse) about a guy named Roderic who lived in a haunted house that was possessing him to kill people. It was a small success and the fans it gained were soon asking for more stories about this guy. Before I knew it I was writing a series of short stories for underground pulp magazines. Most readers were stunned when they later found out it was written by a 14 year old girl. Why? Because in addition to nearly a dozen graphically detailed murders (involving torture, dissection, and disembowelment) there was also a graphically detailed sex scene in every chapter, including 2 gang rapes of minors.

I became an author known for writing what I know, and having been the only survivor of a mass murder, I knew some pretty awful things and had an uncompared ability to describe in detail what ACTUALLY happens to the human body as it is being cut up and diced apart, seeing as I had been forced to sit and watch this happen to my 5 friends that summer so long ago. I didn't have to guess and imagine or ask the question "I wonder what happens to a person when you do this to them?" because I knew from first hand experience what happens. It is these vividly detailed and glaringly accurate descriptions of the murders which is why many bookstores will not carry my books for sale, and why many readers find it difficult to read more than 1 or 2 of my stories. A common complaint from readers is that The Twighlight Manor series is not just horrific, it's down right stomach turning.

People would write to me with angry complaints saying that I ought to be in prison for writing such monstrosities. I've been told by readers I ought to be shot, ought to be locked up, ought to be institutionalized, ought to have my head examined, ought to have my kids taken away, blah, blah, blah. I'd write back to them explaining I was the kid who they saw in the media about the court trail and I was simply rewriting what I had seen the day my friends were murdered. They'd be flabbergasted and stunned, write back again saying they thought the author had to be some dirty old perverted man in his 60s, and they were stunned to learn I was a 14 year old female.

Fact of the matter is I was sitting in court day after day, with lawyers making me repeat over and over again what I saw in as much detail as possible, and all I wanted to do was forget what I had seen, but by 6 months of court trail it was branded into my brain so deep by being forced to repeat it so many times that I couldn't get it out of my head anymore and the only way I could sleep at night was if I sat down and wrote about it before going to bed. Thus it became a habit for me to write horrifically bloody stories before bed every night as a way to empty my brain so I could sleep without being plagued by nightmares.

Funny thing was, it wasn't until nearly 20 years later, that my (highly religious, super christian) parents found out what I was writing. They had hysterics, but by that time I was well into my 30s, had published 30 more books and 200+short stories all based on continuing the first one in it's mindless trail of sex, gore, and bloody bodies.

I knew when I was first writing these things as a teen, that my parents would flip out if they ever read what I was writing, however, I also knew that they were so caught up in 5 hour church meetings each Sunday, 3 hour church meeting each of all 5 week nights, prayer services, tent revivals, etc, that they never had the time to sit down and even look at what I was actually writing.

My parents answer to everything was "Ignore your problems and praise the Lord. And if you have any troubles in life, it's because you aren't praising the Lord loudly enough or sincerely enough so get on your knees and beg forgiveness than praise the Lord even louder."

I sometimes wonder if it was because they were so overblown super religious that perhaps that had something to do with why my books were so far in the exact opposite direction?

 Once in a while they'd ask what my books were about and I'd say "It's the continuing story of a guy who loved his wife so much that when she died he locked himself away in a castle."

Which was true. I left out the part that he was killing and often eating everybody that set foot in said castle. I was always terrified they would ask to read one, but they never did. My parents, translated my answer to mean I was rewriting Disney Princess stories. No clue how they came to think that, but that's what they used to tell folks "Oh she loves them Disney Princesses, can't stop writing about them."

Well, I did love Disney Princesses, I mean I do wear prom dresses and wedding gowns all day every day for the past, oh, I don't know every day since the day my friends were murdered. *shrug*

That was the last day I wore pants. I was wearing a pink sweater and aciid washed carpi blue jeans. I still have them. Never washed them after that day either. Brown, stiff, and smell like rotted chicken. I was covered in blood head to toe. took days to get the globulated chunks of blood and flesh out of my hair. I'm only alive because my best friend threw himself between me and Lisa, which resulted in her snapping his spine.

About a month before that happened I had sewn a dress for The Green and Gold Ball, which the Mormon Church holds every year. Gorgeous turquoise blue ball gown of taffeta. I changed into that, wore it for weeks, until Halloween, than I changed into a poodle skirt and 50s jacket, wore that for months, until I passed the Salvation Army one day, saw a $5 wedding dress, all sequins, bought that wore it for months.

I haven't worn "normal" cloths since the day my five friends were murdered. Just kept sewing new prom dresses, buying more wedding gowns. Than my grandmother went to Japan, brought back a kimono, next thing I know I'm living in kimono, collecting more and more of them.

That's how people came to falsely assume I was obsessed with Disney Princesses.

No. Fact is I was trying to forget the blood on my cloths that wouldn't wash out and even today 30 years later I am unable to see "normal cloths" and no be reminded of the events of that day.

But here I am getting side tracked. You want to know if being a 13 year old who witnessed your family obliterated on the sidewalk as they came falling out of the Twin Towers if you are too young to write about what happened to you?

No. You most certainly are not too young to write about it if you witnessed it. By all means write. It may very well be the only thing that saves your sanity.

Would I advise other teens to do the same? Yeah, probably. Mostly because I know had an adult told me not to do something, that would be the thing I'd do more than ever, so it's somewhat pointless not to tell teens not to do something. I also know that you can't always rely on adults to be there for you during hard times. and hell, haven't you been through enough without adults coming along and telling you that you are too young to write about things you had no control over being forced to be a witness to?

If the story is stuck in your head, than you are not too young to write it. If you don't write it, it's going to needle you like crazy until you just write it down.

If it's in your head, than it's in your head and there's nothing you can do about it.

No one can tell you it's inappropriate to write if you are already thinking it anyways. It's not like disallowing you from writing it is going to stop you from thinking it. My feelings on the matter is if you are not too young to think it, than you are not too young to write it.

Your story is dealing with things which children do see quiet often. Sad but true. You are dealing with stuff you're family actually faced seeing. The 9/11 attacks were horrific. You have every right to feel deeply effected by what happened. You have every right to feel the need to tell others how you feel. Writing a story about a kid who sees his family brutally exploded to pieces as they fall from the toppling tower and splatter on the ground, yes is horrific, but if it's what you know, than write it.

Children see family members killed in house fires every day. Are they too young to write the story about the horrible things they witnessed?

Preteens see family members killed in car accidents every day. Are they too young to write the story about the horrible things they witnessed?

Teenagers see family members killed in drive by shootings every day. Are they too young to write the story about the horrible things they witnessed?

Children see people killed in tornadoes every day. Are they too young to write the story about the horrible things they witnessed?

Preteens see people killed in hurricanes every day. Are they too young to write the story about the horrible things they witnessed?

Teens see people killed in earthquakes every day. Are they too young to write the story about the horrible things they witnessed?

You know what the answer here is?

No!

No!

No!

Hell no!

Why?

I'll tell you why! Because for these kids the best thing they can do is to write about what happened to them. It might just keep them alive. Thet saw very traumatic things and some times writing about it is the only way they are going to be able to cope with it.

You are not too young to write about your life.

No one is ever too young to write about their life.

Never, ever, ever listen to ANYONE who tells you that you are too young to write about ANYTHING that has ever happened to you. EVER!

No you are not too young to write about an experience that happened to you, no matter how horrible that experience is. It's your life, your experience, you lived it, it's stuck in your head, you have to live with that, and no one has the right to tell you not to write about your own personal life experiences. So what if you're only 13 years old? Who cares. It doesn't matter if you were 13 or 30, it happened to you, you are the one who has to live with that, you are the one who has to deal with what you saw, you are the one who has to find a way to keep going forward in life, and if writing a novel based on what you saw is the answer, than so be it.

Will your parents get mad? No idea. I don't know your parents. My parents would find your story incredibly vulgar. Me I wouldn't stop my own kids if they were writing it. It all depends on the individual in question. Every parents is going to be different. It's up to you to decide if your parents will get upset or not, it's up to you to decide if you should ask their permission to write it or not.

I will point out one final thing. Your grammar, voice, etc, which you used in your question DO NOT sound like a 13 year old and that is a big point in your advantage. It sounds like an adult. The grammar is correct, typos and spelling errors are almost nonexistent, punctuation is good. Had you not said you were 13 in your question I would have guessed you an English Professor in their 40s, based on your grammar skills alone.

Most questions I receive (from adults, teens, and kids) are sorely lacking in even the most basic of grammar skills. I'm not talking lacking in college level or even high school level grammar, but lacking in simple 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grade level grammar. Half the questions I receive I don't answer because I can't make heads or tails of what in the heck the asker is even trying to say. The grammar of the average question asker is unbelievably atrocious. 

For example:

i like writ a book like u no but i whant git poblishid so need u help

Can you read that? What the heck does it say? I have no clue what this question was asking. I assume they were trying to tell me they wrote a book and wanted advice on how to publish it, but, damn, if they can't even write a question legibly how in the heck do they think they'll get published?

Don't laugh and say it must be a fluke. It's not. About 8 in every 10 questions I receive reads like this. 80% of the questions people ask me, go unanswered simply because I can't read the question. They make no attempt at spelling, capitalization, punctuation, subject/verb agreement, or just plain trying to make sense at all.Sad thing is most of these sort of questions are coming to me from adults: people over 21 years old. Questions I get from kids and teens have far fewer grammar errors in them.

My question to these people is, if you can't even write a single sentence question legibly, how in the heck do you think you can write 200 pages worth of sentences to form a book manuscript?

Well, that is why in answering your question here, I had to point out that you have a really big talent at writing legible grammar, and that is going to put you light years ahead of other hopeful-authors. Remember, when you send your manuscript to a publisher, they have no idea how old you are, all they care about is one thing and one thing only: how well you obey spelling, punctuation, and grammar rules.

Moving on to another question...

"Am i too young to write a book and have it published? Ok so I have been writing a book... I'm only 17... this book is about my life. Your probably thinking what life? Your only 17 what Could be so interesting about it? Well u wouldn't believe the events that have taken place. And the effects of them. Anyways am I to young for people to take this book serious?"

I see several things going on here to answer.

First off: No! You are not too young to write a book. No one is too young to write a book. If you can pick up a pen and start writing, than you can write any old book you want to write. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.

Secondly, 17 years is a long time. A lot can happen in 17 years. And every person who lived those same 17 years you have lived, will have had completely different life experiences than you have had.

Keep this in mind: everything that is unique is worth writing about. Your life is unique, no body else on this planet has ever lived a life exactly like yours and no body ever will, therefor your life is worth writing about.

So yes, write your book, never think you are too young to write anything.

Now, let's look at some things you need to worry about if you want to be published.

Your grammar is really bad. Don't let this stop you from writing. Keep right on writing. Do however make an effort to learn grammar rules. Buy a few books on self-editing. Don't be discouraged if you have poor grammar skills. I do too. I have Autism. I can't spell worth shit. Everything I write is run through 3 different spell-checking programs, than handed out to a person to cross-check it, before I go back in and hand correct the hard copy with red ink. If you want to be a published author this is just part of the work you are going to have to learn to do. It takes time, but if I can do it, you can do it.

I'm going to recommend the books I use when I edit my own manuscripts:

... ...

While there are lots of books out there on writing, when it comes right down to it, these are the only two books you actually need.

A Writer's Reference by Diana Hacker is a college text book but it's not a typical college text book, it's a spiral bound reference guide which lists every English grammar rule under the sun, not just those that apply to authors, but also for essay writers, journalists, etc.

The Writer's Little Helper by Jim Smith is a small pocket sized book you can take with you, it doesn't have as much information, however it's written with fiction writers in mind and is far more useful (and is by far the best writing book I have ever bought so if you have to chose only one of these two go with this one).

Every grammar rule of the entire English language is found in these two books. And I'll let you in on a little secret: that college textbook is the book publishing houses and editors use to check your manuscript against.

Now let's look at your question and see how you SHOULD have written it, and than I'll tell you why you should never have grammar errors in your correspondence with authors, editors, agents, and publishers.


What you actually wrote:

"Am i too young to write a book and have it published? Ok so I have been writing a book... I'm only 17... this book is about my life. Your probably thinking what life? Your only 17 what Could be so interesting about it? Well u wouldn't believe the events that have taken place. And the effects of them. Anyways am I to young for people to take this book serious?"


What you should have written:

Am I too young to write a book and have it published? I have been writing a book about my life, but I am only 17. You are probably asking yourself "What life? You're only 17. What could be so interesting about it?"

Well you wouldn't believe the events that have taken place and the effects of them.

Am I too young for people to take my book seriously?

What did I fix?

  • I not i
  • you not u
  • you are or you're not your
  • , or . not ...
  • always put dialouge inside of "quotation marks"
  • always start a new paragraph after closing quotation marks
  • 'And the effects of them' is a fragment. Drop the 'place. And' and replace it with 'place and'
  • when serious is the last word of a sentence add -ly or rearrange the sentence to eliminate the use of -ly ; in this case adding -ly sounds better when read out loud than the rearranged alternatives
  • Read your words out loud to be certain they flow off the tongue correctly, and rearrange them until they sound right.

These were all simple fixes. And the rules explaining these fixes are in both of the books I mentioned above.

Now, why did I correct your question? I rarely correct questions, usually just posting them the way they were written, so why did I pick yours to correct? Well, it's because of what you asked in your question. You wanted to know if people will take your book seriously or not.

People don't care how old you are when you write your life story.

Laura Ingalls Wilder was 9 years old when she wrote about her family's trip across the country in a covered wagon. Her diary was titled "The Little House on the Prairie" when it was published. (She was in her 40s when she published it). Was she too young to write the story about her life experiences? No!

Anne Frank was only 13 when she wrote her life experiences. Was she too young to write the story about her life experiences? No!

Opal Whiteley was 12 when she wrote about her life and only 16 when she wrote a college textbook. Was she too young to write the story about her life experiences? No!

See? Age has nothing to do with it. Things happen to people. People write about things that happened.  People take the books seriously, because the authors took the time to edit and use good grammar.

Nobody cares how old or young you are when you wrote the book. What they care about is that they are able to sit down and read the book, and understand what it is saying. No one will take you seriously if your book is filled with spelling errors, capitalization errors, typos, punctuation errors, and lacks basic subject/verb agreement. You got to get these things right if you want to be taken seriously.

So go ahead and write your book. Don't worry about grammar too much while you are writing your first draft. Keep in mind that every single author on the planet writes really shitty grammatically incorrect first drafts. Keep in mind too that before a manuscript becomes a best seller, the author will rewrite it and edit it 4 or 5 times, and than will have an editor or two re-edit it. Self-editing is just part of the job and the good thing about it is that the more editing you do, the better your grammar becomes and over time you'll find yourself needing less editing.

Are you too young to write the story about your life experiences? No!

Are you too young to write about your life? Never!

You are not too young to write about your life.

No one is ever too young to write about their life.

Never, ever, ever listen to ANYONE who tells you that you are too young to write about ANYTHING that has ever happened to you. EVER!



The End?

No, you have NOT reached the end of this article! What you have reached is the end of what it currently online. The rest is coming, hopefully it'll be on here in a day or three so keep checking back. I will remove this message at the same time I put the rest of it online.

As my long time readers will already know a server crash took down most of the old free-hosted site on June 4, 2013 (which was online since 1997 and had reached 6,000+ pages). Thankfully everything was saved on a separate hard-drive and the site is being rebuilt with a new host and for the first time on it's own domain. YAY!

I am currently moving all 6,000 questions&answer articles to this site one page at a time, at a rate of about 4 to 7 new pages being added each day, so be patient. Not all links are yet clickable. This process started on September 2, 2013 and will be ongoing at least through to January 2014. (And it may be well into 2017 before all 6,000 pages will be back online if I continue at this rate of 5 a day.)






While there are around 20k pages on this website, most of them are blocked from search engines, with only around 800 of them available for appearing in Google/Bing/etc search results. The remainder can only be accessed via the various links found throughout this site. This was done deliberately on my part, and I did it because the bulk of the pages on this website are chapters from 138 novels and 423 novellas, so only the first page of each novel and novella indexed by search engines, and the remainder are linked in order, one page at a time, via clicking "next page" at the end of each. So if you are looking for a specific page from a specific novel, Google can't help you.



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i just found out there is yet another bizarre rumour going around. where are these wild rumours coming from? who is starting them? and why?

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since I've been flooded with hundreds of messages the past two weeks asking if I still own "the world's most haunted car", yes, and here it is, filmed today May 18, 2026… but my son Xavier is dead, i am crippled and given that people are AGAIN showing up calling my Dodge "haunted", calling my friend "an alien", calling me "transgender", and spreading wild defamation slander connecting me to Stephen King, I think I need to start taking down the contact information of every blogger, podcaster, youtuber, and social media account spreading these rumors, and sue every single one of them for CAUSING my car to be cut in half May 10, 2010, for CAUSING the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013, for CAUSING my son's murder November 14, 2013, for CAUSING me to be crippled and in a wheelchair November 14, 2013, and for CONTINUING to CAUSE harassers to show up in person to harass me near daily, STILL now in 2026. EVERYONE telling you my car is haunted, telling you my friend is an alien, calling my car "the goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", or trying to connect me or my car to Stephen King, is lying to you. They crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, and a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet identified the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club and the FBI believes that it is friends and family of the woman who did it, are the ones who started and spread the rumors saying my car is haunted, saying I'm an alien abductee, saying all kinds of similar bs about aliens, ufos, ghosts, witchcraft, demons, and Stephen King connections, even though I don't believe in ghosts, aliens, ufos, demons, and had never heard of Stephen King before 30k of his fans showed up in my yard trying to find my car! FBI believes the backhoe driver and the murderer are the same person and it is a developer who wanted my land and so started the Stephen King, ghost, and alien rumors all in an attempt to drive me off my land, and when it didn't work they drove a backhoe over my house, and when that didn't work they crippled me and killed my son. Why are they doing this? How do I get them to stop?

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Do you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on August 8, 2013? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since....

... which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.

While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"... while I was 8 months pregnant.

eelkats_house_before_after.jpgMy house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since.

The backhoe driver returned November 14, 2013, armed with a golf club, used it to break my spine and smash my baby's brains out on the ground

On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.

She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.

The attack also triggered labour.

My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.

Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.

The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.

The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.

Thus we come to 2014, and the full swing change of the series I write. WHY my series, went from just a transman main character living life, to the full blown Mpreg genre series that it now is today.

Before the attack, I had a chance of having a baby. I don't know. And because I'm in America, I'm too old to adopt. You have to be under 45 years old to adopt a baby. That is the law in America. I was informed this, when we tried to adopt, now that my injuries leave me unable to get pregnant a 9th time.

Thus began my obsessively writing, my transman main character, pregnant. Always pregnant now. Every time. Every story. Stories that now fully focus on pregnancy, labour, miscarriages, babies dying, babies living, raising babies... the whole series, since 2014 has devolved into an outright baby obsession.

Meanwhile, reborn baby dolls were suggested to me by my therapist, and have also become a deeply obsessive part of my life. Because 13 years ago my son was murdered minutes after he was born, because a transphobic bigot mistook me for being transgender, I'm STILL in a wheelchair, struggling to relearn to use my arms and legs, now 13 years later, and I'm still DAILY dealing with police officers and FBI agents who while they are trying to find my son's killer, they are also daily reminding me... oh, yeah, my son was murdered, literally ripped out of my belly, by a transphobe. Who still has not been located and walks free to kill again.

The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

Clairescreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

zzzz999ClaireRed2016-screenshotIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

Kendrascreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.

Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.

Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.

Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.

In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.

Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.

But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.

I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.

Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.

Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.

I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.

My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.

Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

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