Do you have information about my son's murder and need the FBI contact information:
If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322
If anyone contacts you saying 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, is for sale, know that they are lying to you... it is my land, and it has been in my family since 1531... and the ONLY person whom has EVER gone around saying it is for sale, is a woman who the FBI believes to be the same woman who murdered my son.
My son is buried here, and the FBI believes she is trying to buy my land in order to destroy his grave and destroy evidence of his murder.
Since my son's murder November 14, 2013, every year dozens of real estate agent show up all with a story of a female developer who is offering them MILLIONS of dollars for my lot of land that is only 1/4 of an acre and is not big enough to develop.
When shown police sketches of my son's murderer, the real estate agents say "Yes, that's the woman who hired me to buy 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine", but then the woman disappears and the real estate agents never hear from her again... all contact information she gave them turns out to be fake.
The woman who murdered my son, is DESPEWRATLY trying to buy 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... this is the woman to watch out for... and this is what she did:
Looking to find out more about my son's murder, that information is on these pages:
And if you're one of those lunatic jackass bullshitting alien abduction UFO freaks, looking for haunted cars, Stephen King, cryptids, or EBEs, first off, you can go fuck yourselves. I am so damned sick of you conspiracy brained motherfuckers harassing my family and turning my son's murder case into a circus of you psycho deranged bullshit. Here's some pages for you:
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Happy 2026!
It is our 30th anniversary here at Space Dock 13!
On the web since 1996!
You have encountered an extremely old website that continues to exist in old web ways, the same way it has done for now three decades.
In spite of being now 30 years old this year, started in 1996, it is still heavily active and old pages updated daily, new pages added daily, still now in 2026. All hand written, all hand coded (no AI), all by me, same as it ever was.
We Still Exist: The Old Web Did Not Go Away, You Just Forgot How To Find Us
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Burn It.
Dear writers:
Stop begging strangers to tell you you’re allowed to write.
Stop asking Reddit if your character is “too Mary Sue.”
Stop workshopping the same prologue with your critique group for 9 months like it’s a damned IVF pregnancy.
Stop asking your fucking Aunt Linda if your dragon romance “makes sense” when she still calls comic books “Satan’s colouring books.”
Validation is the slow poison that kills your momentum.
You want to know how I publish a book a week?
I don’t ask permission. I don’t wait for feedback.
I don’t need a pack of insecure MFA students to form a circle jerk around my comma placement.
I write.
I publish.
I move on.
That’s the ritual.
You know what happens when you wait for validation?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
You stall.
You rewrite the same chapter forty-seven times.
You pick at your own sentences like they’re scabs you’re too scared to let heal.
Meanwhile, the rest of us are building an empire out of raw, unfiltered, un-beta-read chaos.
Do you think the zombies care if your metaphors are fresh?
They don’t.
They’re eating your protagonist’s spleen whether your pacing is tight or not.
Readers want to feel something.
They want audacity.
Momentum.
Something so real it doesn’t care if it’s flawed.
Beta readers?
They’ll sand off all your sharp edges and leave you with a beige blob of “technically correct” prose that reads like it was ghostwritten by an AI trained on oatmeal and mild disappointment.
You ever notice how every writing group starts out excited, then turns into a silent graveyard where no one ever finishes a story?
It’s because they’re all afraid.
Afraid to suck.
Afraid to shine.
Afraid to finish without gold stars pinned to their ego.
Fear is the soul of the validation cult.
And perfectionism is its god.
I don’t need validation to write.
I have a character.
I have a park bench.
I sit my ass on it and I fucking write. and when I get done writing it, I fucking publish it. Yes, without editing. Yes, without beta readers. Yes, without asking Reddit if they think it is any good or not.
That’s why I publish a book every month, while others spend a decade polishing one chapter and never publish anything.
I have a smell, a sound, a moment. And write it down. If I see it, I write it. If I hear it, I write it. If I smell it I write it. That’s what I do. That’s my starting point. The ritual begins. The words arrive. I hit publish.
And then I walk away.
I don’t fuss. I don’t obsess. I write. I publish. I write the next thing.
You want a reader? Stop editing and fucking hit publish.
You want an audience? Stop begging for gold stars from beta readers and keep publishing.
You don’t get fans from beta readers.
You get fans from consistency, guts, and having the audacity to release a story while it’s still steaming.
Validation isn’t just useless.
It’s a trap.
If someone loves your writing, you’ll start writing to please them.
If someone hates your writing, you’ll start writing to prove them wrong.
Either way, you’re not writing for you anymore. You’re performing.
You didn’t become a writer to crawl around grovelling for gold stars like it’s kindergarten story time.
You became a writer because there’s something in you that has to get out.
So let it out.
Loud.
Messy.
Now.
You want validation?
Here it is:
You are allowed to write.
You are allowed to publish.
You are allowed to skip the gatekeepers and put your story into the world like the feral, fearless creature you are.
You don’t need a critique group.
You don’t need an editor.
You don’t need a 30-comment Reddit thread full of people who don’t write books telling you how they would write yours.
You just need to show up.
Write what you see.
Write what you hear.
Write what you feel.
And then push the damn thing into the world and start the next one.
| ©2025 Wendy Christine Allen | All Rights Reserved |
I've Written An Entire Series on The Park Bench Method of Writing. Here are more of the articles in this set:
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The Park Bench Method To Writing (Just the article - no prompt lists)
More like this:
Self Publishing - My Self-Publishing Methods | Things I Have Personally Done
How did you build your audience? Not online, that’s for sure.
Why I do not attend writing groups……are they all like this or just the ones in Maine?
This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
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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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