Walking: My Workout Routine

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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:

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

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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.

Important Note: This is page 3 of a really long answer to a really long question. While you can start reading here if you’d like, it’ll probably made a lot more sense to you if you head BACK TO PAGE 1 and read the question I am answering along with the first third of this article.

So, go back and read that page first, no hurries.

(Don't forget to read Page 2 before coming back here to page 3!).

Let me know when you get back.

The whole gym and fitness program part of your question...

I don't go to gyms because I've always done this sort of thing on my own. I grew up on a farm so kind of never needed an exercise program (and I'm a lot stronger than guys a lot bigger than me too, most girls my size struggle to lift 50lbs and I sling 75lb bags of grain over my shoulder and walk off like it's a 2lb kitten - it shocks people because I'm just an itty bitty girl, guys always think they need to carry stuff for me, see me lugging stuff around, and they'll say "I'll take that, it's too heavy for you." than they can't lift it at all. LOL!)

I walk a few miles a day.

I aqua jog on the beach.

I belly dance and hula.

I have some serious allergies, which resulted in my monitoring my food as a kid, and I just grew up knowing everything I ate and keeping track of all the nutrition stuff, which lead to me cooking most of my food from scratch and led to be becoming a chef on a food truck, now moving on to start my own food truck.

The whole exercise and diet thing, just became second nature to me and so I've never thought about. I mean I can see how it'd be useful for people, but I never really thought about it before so I have no idea what sort of price range a program like this would go for.

I know several people who have some weight issues, complain of wanting to lose weight, and say they can't afford gyms or diet programs and I remember always thinking "Why? Why do they need gyms and diet programs?" 

I forget other people don't live on big working farms and doing all the heavy lifting every day that I do.

I guess I take it for granted that my lifestyle keeps me very healthy.

Do not judge my size by the pictures on me in kimono or tunic either! I'm a lot skinnier than those pictures make me appear, because in most cases I an wearing as many as 10 layers of clothing. Me in full kimono = a slip, an under dress, an over dress, an under kimono, a middle kimono, a double layer outer kimono, and that's just in the summer. In the winter each of those layers doubles. I'm already in my body-weight-index, so no need to lose weight and I'm already eating a very healthy diet (most of it grown on our farm)

What do I like most about a wellness/weight loss program?

I'm not sure. The only one I know is Richard Simmons dance videos and cookbooks (I use both). I like Richard Simmons (he's cute), dancing is fun, his cookbooks make sense to me. I'm doing the whole gym thing on my own.

I especially like Richard Simmons because of his cheerful, happy, bubbly personality and the fact that every few minutes he tells you how great you look and to not forget he loves you. Being alone and not having any family or any really close friend, I don't very often hear the words "I love you" which results in me doing things like THIS.




I kind of, actively seek out anything that has someone saying out to the audience "I love you" simply because it's the only way I ever get to hear anyone say those words to me.

Besides Richard Simmons there's Pussycat Dolls dance workout videos. IslandGirl dance workout videos. All sorts of belly dance videos.

Remember too that I'm all about food. I'm a major foodie. I've 400 cookbooks. I'm a culinary arts student. I'm a chef, I know food. I'm also a food critic, I write 2 advice columns AND a food review column that does impromptu (unannounced) eating out at than reviewing local restaurants.

I just plain love food. I am one of those people who would be very happen to eat all day long if I didn't get full and have to stop. LOL!

I'm known to drive 5 or 6 hours just to eat at a restaurant I like in Boston or Bar Harbor or Vermont. I'm like that. I drive an hour to get to food trucks in Portland.

I like food and I like driving. If I really like the food, I'll drive there. I drive all over the state to festivals and events just so I can eat the local foods at them. I'm a major foodie, of course I'm also a chef and a food critic (one of the columns I write is a local restaurant review column that also awards "best of Maine" plaques to the best restaurants of the year), so you know, chefs and food critics both tend to really love food, and being a food critic it is my job to drive all over the state seeking out new places to eat.

I eat a lot. Seriously. When I'm eating my normal (non-Hurricane Katrina effected homeless) diet I eat on average 3,500 calories a day. And I'm a 5'6" girl who maintains a weight of 130 to 150lbs (after 40; in my 20s and 30s it stayed 120 to 130lbs). I am less active now in my 40s than I was in my 20s/30s, since having broken my hip in 2010 and not having medical insurance was not allowed access to medical assistance, thus it never healed properly and my mobility has been greatly effected by this.

Yes, it has been pointed out to me that I eat a lot and obsess over food to the extremes I do because I am incredibly lonely. I agree with this observation. It's doubtful I'd have time to think about food in the way I do, if I had someone to love and focus my attention on. It's also be pointed out to me if I had a husband who cared about me I wouldn't have time to glue 2.5million beads to my car one bead at a time. Yes. I know this as well. But I don't have anyone to focus my attention on, so all my attention gets focused on the family I do have, and as my family consists of 13 cats, a bird, a dog, and a bunch of strange little (and not so little) cars, they are the ones I focus my attention on.

My family of cars and pets, and you my readers and my deity husband Damballa, are the ones who get my attention. You my readers are the only humans in my family whom I have to talk to and I don't get to talk to you face to face, which is why my articles get as long as they do, such as this one has. But yes, I am very lonely and thus I drown my loneliness in eating huge amounts of food, but than I dance myself into oblivion and lose all those 3,500 calories as fast as I eat them, so my eating large amounts of of calories is offset by my being a highly active person.

I like to dance: belly dance, hula, zumba, wild random Voodoo dancing that makes no sense to anyone outside of Voodoo...I don't have anyone to dance with so all the dancing I do is solo dancing in the swamps of the Ross Forest in Old Orchard Beach, Maine... just dance, you'll lose enough calories dancing to eat 3,500 calories a day. Dance, dance, dance... all you need is love, but when no one loves you, dance and pretend you don't care. The only happiness in life is to love and be loved in return, but when you have boundless love to give and no one to give it to and no one to return love back to you, you learn to dance in the forest and channel your energy into waves of love flowing out to the universe, so at least the universe will love you in return.

Also yoga, meditation, geisha girl fan dancing...a girl needs her down time after working up a sweat spinning round a bonfire. I meditate on average 4 hours a day.

If you are looking to do a weight loss workout and keep your body healthy in the way I do, than I recommend the DVDs I have linked to on this page, as they are the ones I use.

You wanted to know what I do for exercise: walking.

I walk anywhere from 1 to 13 miles a day. You can tell my mood by how far I've walked. If I walked 1 to 2 miles I'm in a happy mood. If I've gone to 5 miles I'm upset and need comforting. If I've gone over 7, something is seriously wrong, someone died or something and I'm not going to calm down no matter what you try, but as there is no one in my life to try it doesn't matter anyways. If I've reached 10 or more miles, I'm suicidal and really, really, really, really need someone to talk to and having no one to talk to I just keep walking as a way to not think about how much I don't want to be part of life anymore, because walking is kind of the only think keeping me going and once I've reached this point it's generally dangerous for me to stop walking until I have someone with me, so I will keep on walking until I find someone, anyone, total stranger, anyone who is willing to sit down and talk to me face to face.

But it's not regular street walking. It's walking up sides of steep hills - too steep to drive a car up. It's walking waist deep in the Atlantic Ocean for 7 miles to a time, while the tide is turning. It's walking through forests littered with craggy outcroppings. I'm not talking leisurely saunters though the park. People will often try to walk with me o these daily hikes and they'll be winded and stop within 10 minutes, healthy fit people, who simply had no idea the amount of physical exertion was required to "just walk through the woods" or "just walking on the each".

Yeah, but I ain't just walking in your average wooded path, and I ain't exactly walking on the beach when I'm several hundred feet off the shore and wading along side the fishing boats am I? Do not under estimate the locations I where I "walk". This ain't walking for beginners, you have to work up to this level of high powered "walking". Hurricanes and blizzards do not stop me from walking in the ocean. You want some exercise? Try walking waist deep in the Atlantic Ocean with 70MPH winds and 20 foot waves. Do not for a second, underestimate what I mean, when I say I lose weight by "just walking." What you got to understand is I lost the will to live many years ago, in 2003 and it was very hard for me to want to stay alive during the whole Hurricane Katrina homelessness ordeal. And I've kind of come to the conclusion that God really wants me to stay alive for some unknown reason and no matter what I do he's not going to let me die, so aqua jogging during a hurricane doesn't scare me because I know God's got some weird purpose for my life and he ain't gonna let me die. I should have died dozens of times now, and here I am still going, for no logical reason other than God refuses to let anything kill me, or perhaps he has simply forgot that I exist at all, and my inability to die is caused by his completly abandoning me on all levels.

You got to understand I lost everything. My baby died in 1997. In 2003 I was told I had cancer and wouldn't live 2 years, that was 10 years ago and having no medical insurance I have not yet recieved any treatment. I lost my husband in 2003, my home in 2005, again in 2006, and a third time in 2007 at which point I gave up living in a house and remained "willfully homeless" ever since, I lost my human family and my pets at various points, and in 2010 I was excommunicated from my church. Being excommunicated from the Mormon church means God has removed your name from the Book of Life and you are barred from Heaven, condemed to walk eternity alone in Outer Darkness, thus there is no point in my dying as there is nothing for me in the afterlife, and yet being alone nothing I do in life feels like it matters any more. I have nothing to live for yet death is worse. I have literally reached the point of having absolutely nothing left to lose.

That is why I walk. I don't really walk so much as drift mindlessly from one place to the next, hoping to discover something that will end the mind-numbing nothingness that fills my life. Walking on the beach on a bright sunny day is more nothingness of every day sameness, walking in the waves during a hurricane is at least something to break up the monotony.

This is also why I turned to Voodoo. I knew the Voodoo traditional, it was part of my culture, but so was Mormonism and in a family of 300 people 97% of them Mormons you tend to follow the majority, more out of feeling they must be right otherwise why would so many of them reject the alternative? But than they rejected me. When you are excommunicated, they erase everything: your marriage becomes a divorce only worse, it is like it never happened, they go so far as to fully deny you were ever his wife, he even denies you were ever his wife; your family shuns you and speaks of you past tense as though you were dead, so do your friends, and your fellow church members, they see you with blind as as though you were invisible. They do not speak to you, they do not look at you...they don't even acknowledge you, if they looked away, that would indicate they saw you, but they don't even do that, they look right through you, walk right into you, act fully 100% like you are not standing there. When you are a Mormon you are not allowed to have friend outside of the church, all your family are Mormons too, and when they excommunicate you, they and their god all abandon you, turn their backs on you, and act as though you were never born, which is worse than if they acted as though you were dead.Which is why a year later in 2011 I did this to my car, more as a way to convince myself I was still alive and not a ghost which was how they made me feel. I needed to know that there was someone in the world who could still see me.

My grandmother had been dead 14 years, my other grandmother having died 20 years before her. They were not Mormons. When the Mormons abandoned me and left me alone I walked for 13 miles and ended up at the graves of my grandmothers. Mormons teach that your ancestors keep a strong connection to you and I believed that, but looking at the graves I remember that Voodoo believes this too. With a jar of graveyard dirt in my hand I turned to my grandmother's for guidance and was set on the path of Voodoo, where I have found much peace. It has changed my life and made me a very different person than who I was just 3 years ago when I was excommunicated (October 19, 2010). Niether of my grandmothers drove cars, both walked many miles each and every day, and when I walk I feel their spirits close to me. I feel their love. It is the only time I feel love. And thus I walk, many miles, every day.

So when I tell you all I do for exercise is "walk", don't think you can just walk to the end of the street and back and assume you'll have the same results I have. I lose 600 calories on one of my walks, most people have to walk circles round their block for a week to lose that much.  So, if you are just sauntering along walking along side the road, you are going to have to walk longer, and more often, to lose the same amount of weight I lose. It's not just walking you have to figure in, but also where you walk, how you walk, and how fast you walk. Each change in your walk is going to change total amount of weight loss.

I live in a motorhome on a farm, hike miles a day, I live off the land, bath in the ocean (I don't have running water or electricity - I don't even use a tiller for my garden, I "till" the whole 1/4 acre by hand with a spade shovel.).

This is just how I've lived my life for the past 40 years, I've never really had any experience in any sort of a wellness/weight loss program other than what I just described, I live a fairly healthy lifestyle, so I think I'm not the right person to be asking these questions to, because I just don't have an answer for you here.

 I don't go to gym type places.

Sorry I couldn't be of more help to 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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