EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author

UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.


Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.


UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.

And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.

This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.

Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.

April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.

August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.

August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.

Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.

In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.

By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.

Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.

She died only 8 months after her return.

Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago.  Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.

All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.

Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?

The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.

Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.

How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.

How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?

Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.

This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.

May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.

Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.

The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.

Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.

She was only 10 years old.

This is what it means, to not be white in America.

White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.

This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.

We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.

What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.

#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...

#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?

Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones 

I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.

I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.

With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.

And what exactly did they do?

August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.

March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees. 

April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.

May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."

June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up.  And I witnessed that entire event.

And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.

At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.

June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.

June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.

That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.

I don't know who these 2 women are.

The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."

I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.

She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."

They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.

So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.

Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.

These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.

July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.

They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."

What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.

He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."

He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying: 

"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."

While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"

"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"

W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."

I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen. 

My farm was razed.

My family was murdered.

I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.

There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.

All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.

What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.

The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.

We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.

NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

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Dear Author; You Stole My Idea -
I was going to write a book,
but you already wrote it 10 years ago!

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Well, it's October again and, yep, she's back, the s.s NaNoWriMo ML is in my inbox for the 9th year in a row, this time I'm sucking ideas out of her head 10 years before she gets them...what? Good god, this has got to be her craziest accusation yet! LOL!

So, I was going through my email today (October 25, 2013) and discover one of those "odd" email, that is not a question, but rather a rant. Normally I don't reply to them, because most of them are just strangers blowing off steam. They needed someone to scream at and I was an easy click away.  Why scream obscenities at someone you know and destroy your marriage when you can yell at a complete stranger from behind your computer right? Something like that I suppose. There sure are a lot of folks who do it at least.

Like I said normally I skim through the rant, add their email to my blocked list,  delete the message, and move on. Once in a while however, one will show up that I feel does warrant a response, or at least, it requires I write an article about it. As you know, I never reply directly via email to any email I receive. I simply DO NOT send emails, and anyone contacting me via email knows to look for an article response if I respond at all. And so here is my response. The email is very long and I will not post it here, only excerpts from it. The basic topic of the email was:

"You Stole My Idea - I was going to write a book, but you already wrote it 10 years ago!"

I received another email from the woman I shall henceforth term "that nut-job author" - you know that one whom 2 weeks ago had that strange confusing outburst of how angry she was at me because I "steal her thunder" and how I'd better not take part in NaNoWriMo this year because now its her "time to shine".

Yeah, still no clue what she's talking about in that email, but anyways, so another email from her, like before she introduces herself as "an unpublished writer of middle grade children's novels", explains how she "knows" me from the NaNoWriMo forums, tells me she also lives in Maine (in a town 2 counties north of me, waay up in the boonies of Northern Maine), and we met once at a writer's meeting at Panera in 2009, do I possibly remember her (Yes, I do I remember her - she's the woman who went screaming out of the cafe saying "I'm not going to attend any meetings EelKat attends! You let her join this group and you'll never see me here again! It's me or her!" - and true to her word she never came back, of course I run these meetings so, it's kind of hard for me to not be there, you know. How could I forget her?) and after this introduction she than goes into her email...

This one starts out telling me how she was getting ready for NaNoWriMo and had this great idea for a middle grade children's book set in FunTown here in Saco, Maine, and how it'll be a murder mystery with the kids finding a dead body in the roller coaster.

Rollercoaster in an Amusement Park
Rollercoaster in...
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I'm thinking, sounds pretty cool, way to go.

But than I keep reading her email and it takes a turn of hysterical raving and ranting again, starting with the line... "I was already to write this for NaNoWriMo until I found out you stole my idea!!!!!".... uhm...wait...what?

Than she raves and rants, same as the last email, more accusations of stealing her thunder and stepping on her toes, yet another rant about how she has never been able to publish anything because I'm always two steps ahead of her, blah, blah, blah, just like in her other email...

I'm thinking What the...? Where is all this coming from? Good God honey you need help.

I keep reading. It turns out, for whatever reason, she feels she has to compare her writings to mine, and in going through a list of stories I've written, she came across my old "Bloodfall in PlayLand", a story I wrote about 10 years ago.

"Bloodfall in Playland" is set in Old Orchard Beach's Palace PlayLand. It's about these kids who get stuck on the top of the Palace Playland ferris wheel, just as a space ship loaded brain sucking alien zombies lands on the beach.

While these kids are trapped on the top of the ferris wheel zombie aliens rip everybody apart and eat them.

Zombies from space massacre pretty much everyone in the amusement park except for the kids who were safely stuck on top of the ferris wheel, where the zombies can not reach them.

<--Cover of the book in question - it's been out of print for a few years, she has inspired me to re-release it; it needs a new cover - this one is kind of shitty, at least the font is - photo is okay, font is shitty.

She spent several pages worth of typing ranting about how I'm the reason she is nearing 50 years old and still unpublished, and will probably never be published and it's all my fault because she just can't compete with someone like me.

I'm reading this and thinking, who is this woman and why does she feel the need to compete with me at all? I don't get it. Why is she hung up on comparing her works to mine like this? Why can't she just get off her lazy ass and do what I do and you know, just actively publish stuff?

I mean well gee wiz, if I sat around comparing myself to other writers I'd never have time to get my own works published either! *sheesh*

Than she goes off on a rant of "I was all set to write this for NaNoWriMo in 5 days, but now I find out you wrote a story about a murder in Palace Playland, and now I can't write my story about a murder at FunTown. I'll never get published now and it's all your fault. I wanted to write this, but can I? No! You won't let me will you? You had to go and write a story about Palace Playland didn't you?"

Uhm, wait, you lost me there.

I wrote something 10 years ago and it's like an idea you got now, so you can't write you new idea because I wrote something similar years ago???




Greetings from Old Orchard Beach, Maine

Wait she is telling me that because I wrote this M-rated Gorn horror short story 10 years ago about alien zombies eating tourists in a Southern Maine amusement park, therefor I have stolen her idea for a children's novel she was planning to write next month about kids who solve a murder is a different Southern Maine amusement park, ten years before she came up with her idea?

"BloodFall in Playland" was about 15 pages long near as I can remember, I'll have to look it up. (This whole thing was inspired by a Sci-Fi Network horror movie, btw.)

There was nothing remotely children's story, chapter book, murder mystery, or middle grade novel about it. It was set on a ferris wheel, not a roller coaster, and it takes place at Palace Playland in Old Orchard Beach, 4 miles away from FunTown in Saco.

Other than there is a "murder" in a park in Maine, I can see no connection between the two at all.

And than there is the fact that I wrote it 10 years ago.

Yet here she is accusing my of stealing her idea? Telling me she can't write her book now, because I already wrote one like it?

Let me go over this one more time, see if I got this right. She can't write a story set in an amusement park in Maine, no where's near where she lives, because 10 years ago I wrote a story set in an amusement park, that I happen to live across the street from and use frequently in many of my stories, because I often walk across the street set myself down under one of the rides and write while I watch the tourists spinning through the air?

So, because I write stories frequently using Palace Playland as a backdrop, because, I don't know, I live a few feet from the front entrance gate of the park (see - there's me, standing at the front gate, right in this picture --->),'re telling me that no one else on the planet is allowed to write stories set in Maine amusement parks, because I write stories set in Maine amusement parks?

Am I the only one who thinks this woman hasn't got her head screwed on right?

And this is the same woman who 2 weeks ago, emailed me, to threaten me and tell me not to enter NaNoWriMo this year because as she worded it, it's her turn to shine.

If you want to shine, Honey, why don't you just get off your ass and shine? Ain't no one here trying to get in your way or stop you, so I don't know what you are talking about, Okay? (And I forwarded that email to the police btw, because, whether you know it or not, you are a cyber bully creep, and I don't take to lightly to be threatened, not after ANOTHER  stalker threatened me before and I didn't take him seriously until after he built a bomb out of a grease fryer and burned my house down. [yes, you heard me - I'm calling YOU a stalker too, this is the 3rd time you've contacted me throwing threats in my face for no reason at all, other than the fact that you feel shitty over not publishing your books so you have to take it out on someone who does publish their books as a way to make yourself feel better by belittling someone else, which is exactly why I am making an example of you, and chose to answer your email - consider yourself lucky I didn't post your email, complete with your name and email address, because I could have you know, and you contact me with a 4th psychotic email I will, because because 3 strikes you're out Honey, the police already have your other emails.])

I do not appreciate your weekly emails spouting off your hissy fits of how great big and important you think you are, nor do I like being told by some whining spoiled brat prick that I'm not allowed to join NaNoWriMo for my 10 year, simply because you feel inferior. I'm not doing NaNoWriMo to show up your prissy face, nor am I going to drop out and not do it just to please your snotty nosed stuck up ass.

You got some serious control issues woman.

You know what? I don't give a frigging rat's ass what you do in NaNoWriMo. It doesn't matter to me what you do or do not write. I don't care. I'm never going to read it, and if you keep spouting off your babyfaced insanity in other author's inboxes, guess what? No one is ever going to read anything you write, because you are just too busy worrying about what other people are doing to take the time to focus on your own work.

News Flash: If you think your opinion of me has any effect - Honey let me assure you that none of my self worth is wrapped up in what you think of me, and by the way you are bossing me around and telling me what I can or can not do, it sounds like you think you have some sort of control over me.

I just do not understand the point of why you contacted me in the first place.  Can I ask, who died and made you God?

Tell me how many hours did you spend writing that email to me? Three? Four? Five? It was long enough that I bet you spent a good half a day typing it up.

Uhm...yeah, so... you take sugar and cream with your crazy or do you just randomly contact every Maine author you can find and write these weird emails for the fun of it?

Think about it Honey, really stop and think about it.

You put in a good 6 hours writing a shitty, hate filled email to me. And than 2 weeks later, you did it again.

That's 12 hours you could have spent writing your story.

That's 12 hours you could have been editing your manuscript.

That's 12 hours you could have been researching publishers.

That's 12 hours you could have been actively working on forwarding your writing career.

And tell me, what did you get out of those 12 hours typing hate filled nonsence to me?

Nothing! Not one thing. It didn't do you one bit of good at all.

Twelve hours down the drain.

Twelve hours wasted.

And don't write back and say: "Well how many hours did you spend typing this answer?" I'll tell you.

It took me 6 hours to write, edit, format, find matching affiliate links, and publish. And that was not 6 hours wasted, because now that it is published, it will bring in anywhere from $1 a day to $300 or more each month for the rest of my life. So while you got nothing out of your hate filled email, me, I'm getting paid at minimum $365 a year for this 1 single solitary article written in answer to you. See, unlike you, I don't waste my time writing stuff that I don't get paid for.

That's why I don't answer ANY email, via an email, and ONLY answer emails, live online, via these articles on my website. See, there has to be something in it for me, otherwise I don't answer reader emails. It's gotta be a win-win, or I don't answer back. There's no win-lose, give-take with me. It's win-win, give-give or I ain't buying it.

People write questions to me because they need answers. They are truly looking for help, and if I know the answer, I tell them what I know. They don't pay for the answers, no, but I never write an answer that I don't get paid to write either.

And can you see NOW why I say you are wasting your time with these stupid hate-feast emails to me? You are complaining that you can't get nothing published, and yet you just wasted 12 valuable hours to tell me that, hours that you could have spent writing something publishable instead. And what did you get out of it?

Let me tell you what you got out of it. Knots in your stomach, a headache, heartburn, a sick feeling in the pit of your belly, and probably some serious bought of constipation followed by massive diarrhea, because you are so uptight and high strung that you stressed your bowels out of whack, and if you keep raving and ranting and bellyaching at people the way you just did at me, I wouldn't be at all surprised if you ended up working yourself into a state of being hospitalized. It's not good for your health to be a brown nosed busy body who gets worked up over things that really don't even effect you or your life at all.

And what good did it do you? You got yourself all worked up and sick over nothing. You complained because you can't get published, you complained because you didn't want me writing in NaNoWriMo and ending up with more stuff to publish, you complained because I have published way more than any person needs to, you complained because I'm leaving all you slow pokes in the dust, you wanted me to publish less to give you time to catch up, and all you did was give me yet another article to add to my long list of things I have published in my life time, putting me another step ahead of you, in this weird little competition you've drummed up in your own twisted little mind.

Honey, I don't know why you see me as competition,  because there is no competition between us, okay? I don't know you from Adam. You are a complete stranger to me.  Get it through your head: I don't know you and you mean nothing to me.

You want to ask me for help, I'll gladly help you, but to send me this accusatory nonsense and falsely accusing me of of writing 250,000 words each November just to out-shine you? Think about what you are saying here, Honey: I don't know you, you are a stranger to me, how in the heck can you possibly believe that I write 250,000 words during NaNoWriMo to try to outshine you? I have my own personal reasons for joining NaNoWriMo and they certainly do not involve you! What is wrong with you? Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? Who the hell do you think you are?

Telling me you can't get anything published and it's all my fault? How the hell is it my fault?  I'm not your agent, it's not my job to get your work published. It's your job to get your own work published. It's mu job to get my work published, and I'm doing that. It's not my fault if you are too lazy to do the work it takes to be a published author. I don't know where you think you get off with these wild idea of yours.

My advice to you? Breath. Relax. Meditate. Take a vacation. Unwind. De-stress. Hug a purple dragon. And mind your own business for once. It'll do you a world of good.

So for the 3rd time I am confused by this woman and her strange rational. Oh well. To each his own, I suppose. But I do gotta wonder, I mean this is the third time this exact same woman has flipped out and gone screaming nut case on me, and I haven't even got a clue who she is. She's a total stranger to me. Which bring up many questions in my mind, about, if she acts like this in her correspondence to fellow authors who are total strangers, what must she say to editors and publishers when sending them her manuscripts to be published?

Can anybody say: Jealousy?

The only logic I can see behind these ludicrise emails this woman feels compelled to write is, quite simply that she is a a bitter person with anger management issues and a serious inability to keep her insane jealousy under control. She feels that life owes her something, and I for what ever reason, also own her something, simply because I am a writer who is published and she is a writer who is not.

It seems near as I can tell, that reading between the lines, she has been trying to get her books published for quite some time and has acquired a lifetime of rejection slips and is now frustrated by the fact that I've published 30+ books and 200+ short stories, and thus in a jealous rage is venting her anger out at me because I am published and she is not.

Ah! Jealous Amongst the Jealous!'
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But tell me, what reason is this to rain down brimstone and hell fire on a fellow writer?

If she was civil and had thought to ask my advice rather than rant obscenities, I could easily have helped her figure out why her stuff wasn't being published, and could have advised her on what she could do to get published.

And at the same time I wonder why doesn't she just self-publish her books like every other author who can't get published elsewhere does? And I wonder too if she is even aware of the fact that 95% of my published works were technically self-published seeing how I own the publishing house that published them? I wonder if she is looking at my books and seeing the publisher's imprint on them, and thinking I am not self-published?

Could this perhaps be the root of these strange emails she sees fit to send me? I think perhaps she has a warped view of who and what I am, I think she is seeing me as far more famous and far more popular than I really am.

My books are far from best sellers, my income from my fiction writing in minimum at best. I am famous yes, but I am famous because I was the 12 year old kid who was all over the media way, way back when I took on Proctor and Gamble head to head.

I became an author after I was already famous and many of my fans and followers are not even aware of the fact that I am an author! I don't think she is considering these facts at all, and so she is looking at all these books I have, not realizing that they are actually self-published or that I was a "local celebrity" long before I wrote them.

I can't help but feel sorry for this poor woman, because she seems so full of anger and bitterness and is hell bent on seeking someone to blame for the reason why she's having trouble getting published.

She seems to think of the publishing industry as a competition where writers compete against each other fighting fang and claw to be published before the next guy.

I also believe, I don't have to justify myself, my writings, or my reasons for joining NaNoWriMo, to this arrogant woman or anyone else and I have the best defender possible on my side (God) and feel sorry for anyone who chooses to mess with Him, whether they believe in Him or not. My guardian angel always protects me or hadn't you noticed?

It is very sad that she sees the writing career in this light because with her bad attitude, she will never get far as a writer. One thing writers are known for is their comradery and helping each other out.

There is no real sink or swim mentality in the publishing industry  because published authors are always tossing life boats out to newbies and trying to help them succeed.

And yet there has been a rise in the past 5 or 10 years of new writers, who like this woman, are hell bent on fighting their way to the top, even though there is no one out their trying to push them down.

It is sad when you run across writers so bitter that they are like the lobstermen shooting at the other lobstermen across the bay, in a kill or be killed I have be the only winner attitude.

Until she changes her attitude she will never get far in the publishing industry. Poor thing.

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I would hope that this could serve as a lesson for future unpublished writers. We writers now published were once unpublished writers, just like you. We know how hard and frustrating it is to struggle in the goal of becoming published. We are not your enemies. We want to see you succeed. We want you to get published. We write these author websites and author blogs, filled with articles and posts on how we got to were we are, not to brag or boast, but rather to get you a helping hand and show you that if we can do this, you can too, and here we'll help you out by telling you how we did it so you can repeat our steps.

Did you know that the suicide rate of authors is higher than ANY other profession? Did you know that 9 out of every 10 published authors suffers from clinical depression and 7 out of every 10 has schizophrenia, and that the very act of prolific writing is not a talent but rather a symptom of serious lack of a will to live? Writers write for a reason and often that reason is because they literally can not do anything else.

There are people who try to write and feel like a failure, and than there are writers who suffer from not being able to stop writing. Writing has been classified by psychiatrists as a symptom of depression and a type of schizophrenia, and a warning sign that the person is suicidal can be seen by how much they write. Writers who write a lot are teetering on the edge. Published authors are rarely happy people, and people who try to write and think they have issues because they can't write, need to stop and ask themselves: Could it be that I am too sane, too healthy, too normal, too happy to be able to write?

That's why I say there is no such thing as Writer's Block. Either you have Schizophrenia and Depression and are thus compelled to write all day and all night because you feel it is the only thing that will keep you alive, or you are a normal healthy person who doesn't have a reason to write and therefor your brain doesn't give you ideas. It's as simple as that, and psychology has done studies on the mental state of writers vs people with writers block, to prove it.

So to all you unpublished writers out there everywhere: stop and think BEFORE you send that hate filled email.

Did you ever stop to think that the person you are sending your hate to may be on suicide watch and that your email could very well be the thing that pushes them over the edge? Could you really live with yourself if you found out it was your hate filled jealous range email that caused another person's death? Think about it.

Next time you feel compelled to write a hate filled email to some one, anyone, friend, family, stranger, whoever, stop and ask yourself: What price will your email charge? Is it worth someone's life? Is getting your anger off your chest it REALLY worth it?

And so in closing, would you like to know EXACTLY what I think of you?

I think you are a controlling creep who is so frustrated with your own life and lack of doing anything meaningful with it, that you spend your time looking for successful people who are doing the things you wish you were doing. Once you find these people you rail out mindless rants of hate to them, in hopes of hurting their feelings and making them feel as miserable as you feel, to justify your own feelings by bringing others down to your level, in an attempt to make yourself feel like "the big man". You are like the cave man who beat a helpless mouse over the head with a bi stick and is now pounding your fists on your chest to show others how great and wonderful you are for being a bully.

You feel justified in your hate because you think your opinion matters to me. You fail to realize that if reader opinions mattered to me than I would be writing novels with mass reader appeal, rather than a niche genre that no one ever heard of.

The fact remains, I write what I write not for my readers but for myself, and I don't care if anyone reads it or not, and I don't need your approval or permission to write. .

Likewise I do not join NaNoWriMo for any reason but for myself, and I don't care if you think I should be there or not, and I don't need your approval or permission to write 50,000 or more words in 30 days.

I don't know who died and made you God, but someday, someone is going to knock you off your high horse and it won't be pretty, so you best climb down off it and learn to live with all us 8billion peasants that exist in the world, because it's going to get awful lonely up there all by yourself on you golden throne in the clouds. Newsflash Honey: YOU ARE NOT GOD! You do not control the heavens and earth and I do not bend or bow to you.

So, all I have to say to you in answer to your email is this: I have no power over you that you don't give me, nor have you any power over me that I don't give you.  If you obsess over what people think of you all the time it will keep you from doing the things you want to do.

No one is limiting you, but you.

No one is preventing you from shining in NaNoWriMo but you, if you took a look down at your feet, you'd see that it was you who is stepping on your own toes, and guess what Sugar Plum? No one is stopping you from writing that children's middle grade novel about a murder in FunTown, either.

You are building your own walls around yourself, you are putting up your own roadblocks, you are the only one stopping yourself from doing anything, and until you grow up and own up to the fact that you are ultimately the only one in control of your own destiny, than you will never get anywhere you want to be in life and being published will remain forever out of your reach.You need to stop worrying about other people and start worrying about yourself for a change.

There will always be people like you who hate those who are doing well, or at least those who you perceive to be doing better off than yourself. The best revenge is, of course, is for me to continue to do well. I can not help but wonder, Muffin, if you think I am so much better off then you, how terrible your life must be. I know there are folks out there who had worst experiences than I have, but it is so rare that I ever meet or encounter them. You poor thing, if you really think my life is so much better than yours, than your life must be absolute hell. I'm so sorry for whatever has happened to you, to make you feel I have it so well, but Honey, taking it out on me or anyone else isn't the answer.

I think more likely you are a troll, which is why I have not posted your email, because giving you the attention you don't deserve is, well, pointless. I write this article because this is the 3rd time this month you have emailed me, and if previous NaNoWriMos are any indicator, you are only just getting started and before long you will be on the NaNoWriMo, Maine Forums doing what you do EVERY YEAR since 2005, starting threads telling people to "stay away from EelKat" (and yes, I did notice that you already created one on the public forum 3 days after NaNoWriMo went into relaunch.), and Honey, here's a tidbit I bet you didn't know I knew:

#1) Because I am a Script Frenzy Municipal Liason, I do have access to reading the "private" moderator forums of the Maine, NaNoWriMo Forums and I AM aware of the fact that EVERY YEAR since 2005 you post dozens of hate filled ranting threads about me. I have access to these threads because like you, I too am a Maine ML. I do not respond to them, because you are nothing but a whining cry baby troll. And yes I can see that you have already created 3 such threads in the private ML only Maine Forums.

#2) Because I have a large family with more than 300 people in it (Mormons, remember?) I have more than a dozen relatives on the Maine, NaNoWriMo forums and guess what? Every time you abuse your NaNoWriMo ML privileges to mass NaNoMail Maine members (carefully remembering to delete my NaNoMail off the list) EVERY YEAR since 2005, they (my personal friends and family who you've been sending these private messages to) forward to me your hate filled NaNoMails about me. And I think it's pretty shitty of you to abuse your NaNoWriMo ML privileges to be slandering me behind my back and telling the lies you tell about me in these "secret messages" you've been sending via NaNoMail to other members of the Maine forums. I do not appreciate you telling other people the lies you said about me.

See, you are not as anonymous as you thought you were. You did not know that like yourself, I too am a Maine Municipal Liaison and have been reading your posts in the "private" ML forums right along. Like I said, I rarely post on the Maine public forums and I never post on the private ones, but that does not mean, I was in the dark on the things you have been saying on them. I have been simply choosing to ignore your trolling, but now you are emailing me directly which means your level of hate has risen, and thus your likelihood of showing up on my doorstep with a bomb (like another cyber stalker did in 2006) has just showed it's ugly head, and after 8 years, it is time for me to stop ignoring you and report you to the authorities.

I have ignored your petty whining and running your lying ass all over the NaNoWriMo forums for 8 years now, because I know you simply want me to hurt as much as you seem to think I need to hurt and you just want to see me telling in public I'm hurt by you because you think it validates your own false sense of superiority. But the thing is, you are nothing but a no body to me and I don't care what you think of me, therefore nothing you say hurts me in anyway.

Apparently this is frustrating you very deeply which is why you are becoming more persistent this year than in the past. Fact remains, Sugar Dumpling, you are only hurting yourself and making yourself look bad, and now you are also on file with local police for cyber stalking and if it doesn't stop, you'll soon have an FBI record as well, which could land you in prison.

I have been ignoring you because I did not see you as a threat, however it has become very clear in your last hysterical email, that your frustration levels at my not acknowledging or validating your petty need for 15 minutes of fame have reached a danger point where you feel the need to as you put it "do something about it" to get my attention.

And that is why I am writing this article, to let you know that, yes, I have been reading your steady, endless hysteria every October and November since 2005, and yes, I have been ignoring you because I did not think you worthy of comment and yes, you now have the attention you wanted, but it's it's not my attention you are getting now, it's the cops.

I don't know what this stupid petty vendetta you have is, but know this, this morning I have taken everything you sent and forwarded it to the police, and if you contact me or my family again, the FBI is next, because you are a cyber bully, and I've had it with your stupid, childish games.

You are nothing but a sick, twisted creep not worth the saliva it would take to spit on you. I don't know what your problem is, but no one can help you out here Honey, it's a road you gotta walk on your own two feet. It is between you and God and no one else. Take it up with him and leave me alone.

I'll leave you with a cute YouTube video that examines why commenters like yourself REALLY leave comments like the ones you persist in emailing to me.

Thank you and have a nice life.

October 25, 2013

One Year Anniversary Update- October 2014 - She's Back! And She's At it Again!

Well, for the TENTH October in a row, psycho crazy nut-job unpublished author wanna be is on the war path and at it again. She really pulled a big one this year. If you don't know what happened, read the two links below about the hacking of my KBoards account and the 1-star fake book review onslaught.

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And, as I'm reading this...I can't help but ask myself, this isn't the same s.s NaNoWriMo ML and the Purple Dragon (the Westbrook Panera incident of October 2009) duo from Northern Maine again is it? Good god, it certainly is starting to look like she's back. Do you guys remember her? LOL! OMG!

She hasn't contacted me since October/November 2013...wait...

Before than she did this in October/November 2012 as well.

Hhmmm. And the last time she contacted me before that was, oh look: October/November 2011

My god! that you! Are you the creepazoid who hacked my KBoards account? It did happen in October didn't it and you have stated a pretty nasty often violent cyber and offline attack on me (and my car) EVERY October since 2006.

Good god. Kendra, did you forget I know your name and can send the police right to your house. I don't know why it never occurred to me that the Kboards incident happened in October. Kendra - your buddy J.B. and J.T. (<- links to the news reports) already went to prison. Do you really want to join them?

s.s NaNoWriMo ML, if it turns out you were the one behind the KBoards incident - you ARE going to prison, because this isn't your first offence and he went to prison for attempted murder, if you recall, he on October 18, 2006 built a bomb and blew up my house...because YOU said on the NaNoWriMo forum in October 2006...oh, look at that: "I wish somebody would kill that Gypsy scumbag".


For those who don't know s.s NaNoWriMo ML works for NaNoWriMo. She lives here in Maine about 75 miles from me. She was friends with J.B. who built the bomb that blew up my house, and she people are gonna love this: She a Romany "Gypsy" and she (falsely) claims her father owns FunTown (the family that owns FunTown lives down the street from me, that's why I know she's lying about that because I know the people who ACTUALLY do own FunTown SplashTown USA), and her clan has been feuding with and attacking other Gypsy/Roma/Traveller clans in Maine for close to 60 years...which WOULD in fact explain the anti-Gypy hate propaganda that flooded KBoards and my books look at that date: October 2014.



s.s NaNoWriMo ML has staged one of these cyber AND OFFLINE attacks EVERY October since she started working for NaNoWriMo in 2005. I don't know why it took me so long to make the connection between s.s NaNoWriMo ML and KBoards incident.

But yeah, hacking into my KBoards account, that is also s.s NaNoWriMo ML. Creating 52 fake accounts on Amazon? Oh yeah. That is so s.s NaNoWriMo ML


I'll point out at this point, that Pine Land Center (the state mental health institute), shut down in 2005 and most of their patients have been without treatment ever since...yeah...that says a lot.

Kendra is a problem. A pretty big one. She has a long history of finding local (Maine) authors and lashing out at them in person at their homes in wild crazy fury. There are at least 7 other local authors (that I know of) that she has attacked, bullied, and harassed OFFLINE.  She frequently shows up at libraries and cafes (most local authors don't dare to meet at the local Paneras anymore as a result of her frequent psychotic meltdowns in the cafe) and just lunges at anyone using a computer, because she suspects them of being writers and she has this weird little conspiracy that every author is out to get her.

She has a service dog, a white poodle that she dyes purple and the dog is, in theory, supposed to pull her out of crowds to prevent her from violently attacking people. 

Most of the year no one hears from her, but every October, she goes off her meds as a way to "prepare" for NaNoWriMo. She claims she is unable to write when she's taking her psychiatric medications, so every October she stops taken them to prepare for NaNoWriMo in November and every October, she randomly shows up at the homes of various local authors to scream obscenities and threaten to kill them, if they dare write a book and publish it, before she does.

Most authors in the area try to ignore her psychotic meltdowns, but each year she seems to be getting more violent, and well, we do know that whoever hacked my KBoards account, did so from a public computer less then 5 miles from my home... which well...if the shoe fits...she is becoming increasingly more threatening and increasingly more violent and she did dramatically increase her cyber attacks in 2013, and oddly, I didn't hear from her October 2014, but then again, I did leave NaNoWriMo in 2013 because I'd just had it with her well...let me tell you what she did on the NaNoWriMo Forum in October  2013...she started a series of "Anti-EelKat" & "anti-Gypsy" threads and then, created a whole bunch of fake accounts to post on them in, and then, hacked my NaNoWriMo account and rewrote my I said, the KBoards incident was not the first time one of my forum accounts fell under heavy fire with with Gypsy hate and then was hacked. 

Kendra is a fairly large problem every October/November. This woman has serious mental health issues, and good god, she incredibly violent in person. When she's on her meds, she fine. Acts normal and everything, but take her off her meds and god you better keep a gun away from her.

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